A tear builds up as I slice the onions for the halibut meal. As I brush it away with the back of my palm, I’m reminded of the first time I had this meal. “You have to mix the mayonnaise and sour cream real good now.” My mother directs me. The metal spoon clanks against the side as I whip the two into one. My uncle David grinds Ritz crackers for a crust to roll the halibut bits beside me. He begins to tell me about another fisherman’s story.
The big waxy box sits on the floor. My mother beams with pride as she delicately holds the delicious rewards and prepares them for the freezer. Together we dip and nibble on the warm bits. 10 minutes before the meal is done, she hands me the parmesan to sprinkle on top. The heat of the oven steams my glasses.
A golden brown top with bubbling juices explodes like tiny volcanoes. It’s ready. The two siblings just got back from Alaska to share stories, laughter and a family meal.