That “he” in my title is my husband, Phil. He has never liked salmon. We have been married 50 years and he just doesn’t like salmon, tuna or any meaty or oily fish. In fact, when we were first married, I loved to make salmon patties with a creamy white sauce and peas. It was canned salmon; a really economical dish for two broke, 18-year-old college students. Unfortunately, try as I may, he would take a couple of bites, eat the peas, sop up the cream sauce with a slice or two of bread, and proceed to helping himself to a big bowl of ice cream. That was how I always knew if he didn’t like something I cooked. He is not a sweets guy and only ate ice cream when he didn’t like what I made for dinner. Jump forward a few decades and he still didn’t like fish, especially salmon. But soon that would change.