I started eating seafood about four years ago. As a child, I would have to leave the house if my mom was making tuna-fish sandwiches and put my head between my knees and do deep breathing exercises if I was fish-adjacent at a restaurant. I forced myself to get over this abject fear while at some Cajun joint in southern Louisiana. It was either the grilled shrimp or a zydeco meat pie. I appreciated the transparency in the shrimp option. As it turns out, they were pretty freaking good. More...