I don’t recall eating a lot of fish in my childhood. I know I had fried catfish when I visited Grandma Olga Mae in Mississippi. I remember my brother and I lying that we caught some rainbow trout in Yellowstone (we paid a guy five bucks for his) and our mom cooking it. I also recall my mom catching a bucket full of sun perch in Canyon Lake, Texas when I was a kid, but I think I was too traumatized by her killing them by hitting their heads on a rock to remember if I ate any. So yeah, other than whatever fish they use in the Fish and Chips at Long John Silvers, I really don’t remember a lot of fish in my life.
And then I moved to Oregon and ate salmon. Oh my, The Salmon. My gateway fish. The fish that opened the the flood gates for fish to enter my life. And still my absolute favorite fish to cook and eat. This recipe is kind of an homage to the Parmesan Baked Salmon my oldest daughter loved from The Mesquitery in Hood River, Oregon. It’s lightened up with lemon juice and fresh herbs, but I think she’ll like it. I think you will too! (Read more…)