Fishing market

After the cod

The smell of fish is everywhere, so thick it settles into your hair and follows you to bed. Aunt Barb’s house sits on the shore in Green Island Cove, Newfoundland, where the Gulf of St Lawrence meets the Atlantic. Every summer, when the capelin roll in to spawn, the waves turn silver with them, millions of tiny bodies hurling themselves onto the beach, so thick you can scoop them up by hand. The cod follow close behind, and that’s when the real season begins. We eat cod in all the ways. ….[READ]