I loved going to the fish market with Grandma and marveling at the gleaming mountains of whole fish.

Grandma said that in her New England childhood town, monkfish was so plentiful that everyone could afford it.

Annual family reunions at our summer beach house weren’t complete without Grandma’s seaside strata.

I think of salmon for dinner as a rare treat, but my grandparents, both from fishing families, ate it often.

In the summer, Grandma often made this dish with leftover grilled cubed chicken instead of tuna.

These delicate stuffed shells were Gram’s signature dish at bridal and baby showers.