A native New Englander, I grew up on live Maine lobster and meaty quahogs hauled in from the waters of Narragansett Bay. As a young line cook in Massachusetts (and later Los Angeles), I was taught that fresh, quality seafood was the backbone of any menu and that preserved foods, no matter their caliber, were shrimply ‘lesser than.’
And then, at 20, while studying Marine Fishery Management, I had the rare privilege of participating in the Bristol Bay salmon harvest. As a greenhorn deckhand and galley cook, I helped our small but scrappy crew reel in 160,000 lbs of sockeye, coho, pink, and of course, the mighty chinook salmon. To my surprise, about half of our haul headed straight to the cannery where it was lovingly processed into puck-sized portions to be shared around the world.