Tender white cod gets a coconut crust before being tucked inside a tortilla with a creamy cabbage slaw and a buttery avocado in this fish taco recipe.
“What’s this?” I finger the handles on a large paper bag that my son has tied to his backpack strap as he comes through the door from school.
“We had Celebration of Learning this morning. I told you last night.” My heart sinks.
“I wasn’t home last night. I was cleaning up the book fair.” Alone, I think, with one volunteer who wasn’t even scheduled. That’s who showed up.
“I told Dad.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Even if I would have remembered, your brother was sick. Do you want to show me now?” His brown eyes look sad, his voice quiet. My heart breaks as I drop all the balls. I’m sitting at my desk trying desperately to get work done, to catch up after volunteering at school for the first half of the week. My youngest is pale and sleeping on the couch. Lene is shedding her school clothes for her soccer uniform, and I am reminded that I don’t know what time Kjell’s baseball game is at tonight. The financial forms for the book fair sit on my desk. Registration for summer swimming is half filled out alongside it, waiting. My deadline pulses in my head. I haven’t yet showered, though I sit in jeans and a tank top after getting dressed for a day I’m still frantically trying to conquer.
We sit on the couch. “This is my book of poems,” he tells me, opening the page to the dedication he’s written out to me. I’ve noticed lately that he likes to use the word “kindhearted” in his writing, using it to describe friends, his mom, and himself. I turn off the alarms in my head and let him show me.
“You’re sure you’re okay,” I ask later, thinking back to when I was just on time for his concert—not early—and caught him wiping tears on the back of his hand as he waited for me to walk through the door.
“Just disappointed.” A line out of my own playbook, delivered in a resigned voice by my eldest son. I pull him close and kiss the top of his precious head on his moppy hair.
Busy. I loathe the implications that “busy” brings forth. Yet, I’ve been busy.
I am a thinker, preferring to take walks around the lake as I organize my thoughts and determine my true opinions after holding them close and evaluating them. I like to spend a good deal of time reflecting in the silence and stillness of a perfectly glass surface on an untouched lake.
I work best when left alone, but with enough interruptions that I stay on task, for I could get lost in an imaginary world that I create in my head. I enjoy watching my kids dart across the yard, squealing and yelping at the top of their lungs without feeling as though I have somewhere else to be, other things to do. I like lamp-lit bedtime stories on the couch, all curled up under the blanket as the spring sun vanishes on the horizon. I want to bury myself in moments.
But busy ruins them all. Rather than recharged and renewed, I feel drained and depleted. I feel lost.
And then there’s dinner.
As much as I prefer to recharge in silence and reflection, my husband prefers meals to be long and languid, best served with music. Somewhere, somehow in the hectic crazy of life, we try to carve out time to prioritize these little bits that make us who we are.
Snacks are followed by sports which are followed by coming back together in the kitchen. Ole and I stand over the chest freezer, staring down into the white, butcher-wrapped packages before pulling out the clear wrapped fish, both of us nodding along with the other.
Ole heads to get tequila from the cabinet, as I start pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. The bench is pulled up to the counter for the kids to reach, and soon dinner is underway, six cooks in the kitchen.
No time to thaw, the fish is chunked with a chef’s knife into pieces meant to fit each shell. An avocado is chosen, the one with just a slight bit of give, and purple cabbage is shredded as small hands pluck cilantro from its stem. Coconut comes out of the freezer, a bottle of sweet hot sauce is set out on the dining room table.
These tacos make use of natural sweetness to tame the heat, a bit of chili powder and cayenne in the coconut flour breading play off each other nicely. Tender white fish becomes the base, the nutty coconut toasting in the pan on the stove. A fresh crunch from the slaw and richness from the creamy avocado meld together in the confines of the soft, warmed tortillas.
Finally, we find ourselves seated at our dinner table. Six of us, music on, busy be damned.
“Is this jazz?”
“Good guess, Lene. It’s actually a jazz-influenced rock/pop band from the ’70s and ’80s-”
Ole starts before being interrupted by the eldest who asks incredulously, “What has happened to my family? Where have they gone?” Knowing she’s balking at the music selection for the evening, I can’t help but answer with a few of my favorite lyrics.
“What has happened? What has happened? What has happened to the one that I love?”
I follow my bite of life with a bite of my taco.
The cod can also be pan-fried from frozen. Simply heat up a few tablespoons of coconut oil in a cast iron skillet. Add the cod and cook until browned on each side, using a spatula-like turner to help keep the breading together when you flip.Coconut Crusted Cod Tacos with Red Cabbage Slaw
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Notes
Alaska Seafood’s Cook it Frozen Frozen to Fork ebook is free and full of wonderful ways to cook wild Alaskan seafood straight out of the freezer. It’s the solution for the less than ideal days when you’re dealing with busy. My favorite bit of it is the tips section at the front of the book that gives some hints on cooking from frozen. As someone who often forgets or fails to take meat out of the freezer for dinner, knowing how to get from freezer to table quickly is an important skill to have tucked away.
This post is not sponsored by Wild Alaska Seafood. They do occasionally send me fish, though, and I enjoy the sustainable aspect of eating wild fish responsibly. I also eat the fish.
Baby June says
How pretty! I just love the color of purple cabbage. That habanero hot sauce you used actually looks amazing, I’ll have to try that sometime since I’m pretty much addicted to hot sauce 🙂
Miss @ Miss in the Kitchen says
Love the coating on these tacos, I’ve never made anything like it but I know I would love it. I hope life slows down for you for just a moment or two!
Tieghan says
I have been so busy, it’s good, but not god at the same time. I need to breath! HA! Hope you get some you time soon!
Now these tacos!! They look incredible and I am sucker for coconut anything. Love these!
Jeanette | Jeanette's Healthy Living says
Ah, the busy-ness of life – I hear you Shaina. Sometimes I wonder what it’s all about – so much of what we create as busy work can wait. Our kids grow up so quickly – I can’t believe it! I too am trying to slow down and just treasure those precious moments and create memories for my kids. You’re a wonderful mom and a talented writer, not to mention a great cook!
Gaby says
So delicious! I can’t ever resist fish tacos and these are really amazing!
TidyMom says
Savory the busy times Shaina…..I have an empty nest looming in my future and I’m already sad at the quiet moments I’m already noticing in our house.
I love that all 6 of you get in the kitchen and cook! These tacos are so full of color and flavor!!
Shaina says
Thanks, Cheryl. I know you must be having a hard time facing the college years coming up. I am savoring the busy, just the home busy, not the work and everything else busy. I hope you find a way to enjoy the quiet, too!
Meredith says
Love these amazing flavors!
Sylvie | Gourmande in the Kitchen says
Sometimes it’s so easy to get so caught up in “busy” that we forget to enjoy the moments that make it all worth it. Here’s to more quiet time to reflect and recharge and more jazz filled evenings around the family table.
Sommer @ASpicyPerspective says
These tacos look amazing and I love the coconut flavor! Pinned
Megan {Country Cleaver} says
I love when being busy keeps me occupied – but too often, as of late, it’s been getting in the way of life. It’s always a balance. Hang in there and hug that sweet kid. You’re definitely kind hearted and more.
Lynne says
I just visited your blog for the first time after Aimée mentioned it on Simple Bites. Love the recipe! The ingredients, the colour, I’ve a feeling my family would/will love this too. Could one replace the agave syrup with maple syrup do you think?
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