Today I went to the fish market. Lately we’ve been eating just way too much chicken. In one week, we’ve had jerked chicken, curried chicken, BBQ chicken and stir-fried chicken. I feared we would all grow feathers and wings and fly away if we had one more chicken dinner. So, this week I decided to mix it up, hence the visit to the fish market this morning. Now, I’m sure a lot of us worry about farmed or wild when we go to buy fish, and if you’re like me it has been beaten into your heads that wild is the way to go. It costs a little more, correction, a whole lot more, but it’s safer and cleaner, right?
Well, I’ve got news for you. My son had been doing a class over the summer about the dangers of ocean plastics that I got just a tad bit way too involved in. At the risk of boring you to death as it did him, I’ll make it quick. The takeaway is, all the plastics that make their way into the ocean, which is a whole lot, unless they are removed, they never go away. These little suckers never decompose but they break down into micro pieces, called microplastics and they stay floating out there in the “pristine” blue waters forever. They are then swallowed by those fishes in the “wild”, big fish, small fish, all fishes and creatures of the sea. The same fishes we spend more money to buy thinking they’re safer. As you have probably guessed these plastics are harmful to the fishes and harmful to us, the consumers of fish.
So, the next time you go to the fish market, and the choice comes up, “wild” or “farmed” it will make you wonder “does it really make a difference?” Sorry didn’t mean to geek out on this Monday morning, but I just had to share this fishy little story.