When I was around 19 or 20 years old I had this girlfriend whose parents owned a little house in the Florida Keys. It was a nice set-up with a couple of boats, a small beach and a roof deck that provided magnificent views of the ocean. I’d go down there with her every weekend and we would swim, party, go nude wake-boarding (go ahead and enjoy that mental image), fish, eat, explore and just be ourselves in that little slice of heaven at the end of the world. One of the many joyful experiences that jumps to mind were all the succulent meals made from the most freshly caught seafood I had ever had. My girlfriend’s dad and his friends would return from a morning of fishing The Gulf with a bountiful cornucopia of oceanic delights the likes of which I’d never seen! Spiny lobster, stone crabs, oysters, octopus, shrimp and all manner of fish–snapper, wahoo, grouper, mackerel and of course, mahi-mahi.
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