I was not entirely serious about my answer!
Posts earlier in this thread took me back to kiving, broke, in Cornwall n the 60s, and borrowing a dinghy, motoring out to sea and catching mackerel and pollack - being hungry and feeling dinner hit the line was a real kick - atavastic, possibly, but it did feel good - clean them on the way back, with a cloud of gulls waiting for the guts, then straight into flour and hot fat...
magnificent! The mackerel anyway - I'm amazed to see pollack in the supermarkets today - bland and woolly I thought it.