I love fresh halibut like no other. It is slightly sweet, luscious, almost boneless and has an almost ethereal mouth-feel. Every bite is a special moment. If it were less expensive and available year-round, I’d eat it every day, which is why when I get that August three-day buy-one-get-one-free wild halibut email from my co-op, I drop everything. The email arrived on a Friday afternoon and I made my run an hour later only to leave pouty-faced because it had quickly sold out.
Day 1 was a bust.
It’s a first-come-first-serve-no hold-situation, and yet, I still left my number with the manager who said more would be available the next day between 8 and 9 a.m. and she’d have someone call me.
It’s not as serious or urgent as I was making it at the time, but can I just say that like most everybody right now, I needed a win? I mean we’ve had COVID-brain and been barraged with so many other national and global bad tidings for such a long stretch that my bestie dramatically sighed recently, “It seems like this is the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.”
Not ready to go there yet, but it has been A LOT.
So, I could have dwelled on the mucky state of the world that I can’t do anything about, but on the drive back home, I was, instead, obsessed with those people who’d beat me to the first batch of halibut.
I had to give them props for winning the race, but how had they done it?
- Set an approximate save-the-date halibut event on their calendars?
- Turned their email notifications on and monitored them more rigorously as the anticipated date approached?
- Blown off work early?
- Did they live in the neighborhood?
- Were they tipped off early with some sort of “insider” alert from a friend or relative who worked at the co-op?
I couldn’t figure it out, and that made me only more determined to score some halibut the next day.
After a solid night’s sleep, I slipped into comfy clothes, and grabbed a protein bar and some tea.
At 7:30 a.m., in my car, my zeal bubbled over, knowing I was being utterly ridiculous for turning a halibut sale into AN EVENT. But my joy-brain is HUGE (and apparently bigger than my COVID-brain). It wants what it wants.
I visualized myself with two plump packets of halibut until I ran into a wall of traffic and foolishly surmised that some of the drivers were trying to nab my halibut. When I got to the exit for the outlet mall, most of them fell away. Ah, back-to-school shopping, it dawned on me.
I got the call from the co-op at 7:45 and I breathlessly replied that I was almost there. My pulse prickled more as I parked and giddily raced into the store, plucked a basket and beelined to seafood where there was suddenly an ample halibut supply.
Jump-up-and-down excited, I took my time picking just the right two packages.
I was still on a cloud gathering the rest of my groceries for the week, dreamily thinking about my first halibut dinner in a long while.
The first package, I lazily cooked that night fairly unadulterated with salt, pepper and lemon, which is truly the best. The second package, I poached a few days later in a yummy lemongrass sauce I spiked with a dab of chili paste for that heat.
Both were amazing and it was the late-summer pick-me-up I needed.
This is how far I will go for love.
What’s bringing you joy these days?