The Life of a Carnivore (or what we do for love)

I love meat.  I'm not picky on the type...give me beef, venison, chicken, goat, kudu.  You name it, I'll eat it.  At one point in time we had ten different species of animals in our freezer.  When I was in eighth grade I decided I was going to be a vegetarian.  My parents took bets over how long it would last (a month...they both lost).  My always health conscience husband likes meat, but (why I don't know) doesn't like to eat it every night for dinner.  As a compromise we eat fish at least once a week and I try to cook a vegetarian meal just as often. 

Herb Grilled TroutTonight we had herb grilled trout.  I'm the annoying shopper at the market who insists on smelling the fish.  It's the best way to tell if it is fresh (you should also make sure the eyes are clear and the gills, if they are still attached, are spongy).  Fish should never ever ever be "fishy."  If it is, don't buy it.