Imagine our surprise this weekend, in the gold and cobalt blue twilight, when from the cool waters of the north Idaho lake we reeled in a tropical fish, all glittery in iridescent red, orange and turquoise! The kids looked at me in amazement, and trustingly asked, "Mamma, what kind of fish is it?" Sadly, they'd asked the wrong person. All I knew was that tropical fish belong to the water, so we returned it to the lake.
(Tom later told us that our tropical fish was a sunfish, of the Centrarchidae family of freshwater fish native only to North America - otherwise I'd have recognized it in a sec!)
The salmon from the store, though, was excellent: fresh-caught wild Sockeye, a real treat for us. Oh, no, we Italians, likewise most Europeans, are used to flabby salmon raised in fish farms, and have no idea what real salmon tastes like. Grilled in the woods of North America, it tasted even better.