Perfect Fish, Cooked Perfectly

Perfect Fish, Cooked Perfectly

Good morning. Five years ago I was a week into lockdown, terrified of the pandemic raging outside my door. I’d laid in supplies to keep my family fed for a month, acquired a ton of masks and gallons of antiseptic, set up a home office in my bedroom and just generally prepared us for what we all assumed would be a fairly short stint at home. That was not to be, of course. The virus surged. We remained inside. The sourdough starter bloomed. We ate…