I am truly embarassed. I have eaten halibut in restaurants and other places and have like it well enough. But really, I had no benchmark to compare it against until today (more on that in a minute). Yesterday, during the wild trip out to the pile for my first ever halibut excursion, I was thinking to myself, "this is a lot of time, work, effort, etc. for one fish." Well, now I can truly appreciate what it's about. Our captain yesterday was graceous enough to share some of his catch, the only butt for the boat, and I brought home some nice fillets. Well, this afternoon, I called Boatdog for his Halibut Parmesean recipe. With the first bite, my eyes were truly opened to the rationale behind pursuit of this thing they call white gold. I do believe that I have been struck with White Gold Fever and the only cure is blue water. I think I need

Slowly, but surely, I am being converted to a salt lover. It's only a mtter of time, now.... I see large boats in my sleep and am digging that sea-legged feeling (more of an afterglow

) more and more. What's a guy to do?
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