Where It Started
Where It Started
As a child, I loved pressing my face against the glass of a neighborhood fish and seafood shop run by three Greek brothers. It was a multi-generational family business, the kind of place where the counter was more than a counter. It was a window into the sea.
Behind the glass were rows of fish, prawns, crabs, lobster, scallops, oysters, and other treasures layered on fresh crushed ice. From below the front of the counter you would hear a child's voice asking, "What's that?" and then, "What's that one?"
The brothers were always patient. They would tell me the name of the fish, sometimes even its scientific name, where it had been caught, when it came in, and how it was harvested. Local. This morning. Last night. Longline. Scallop boat. Bay catch. Fresh from the dock.
Those small conversations taught me that seafood was not just food. It had a story, a place, a season, a craft, and people behind it.
My mother bought fresh fish weekly, and on Fridays she would prepare a wonderful fish meal for dinner. On special occasions, Dad came to the fish shop too. When he came along, we knew we might be getting fresh prawns, crab, maybe even lobster. Those visits became part of summer breaks, blue skies, celebrations, backyard barbecues, water fights with siblings and cousins, laughter, and the scent of sweet mixed spices drifting from Mum's kitchen.
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