Baja fish tacos con pacifico w the am sun over the sea of cortez
Late 80's
I was partying at a surf camp outside of Ensenada. Our Mexican host said that he was going to make fish tacos for dinner and we laughed at him and continued with our breakfast beers.
He spent the morning sharpening a piece of driftwood into a spear. Real Lord of the Flies vibe. He even blackened the tip.
We're over here downing Coronas, and talking Sh!t. He's cutting cabbage, limes.
Where's the fish, Jorge?
Just wait you borachos!
Sun is going down in one of those Baja explosions of Orange and Jorge is standing thigh-deep in the surf. The spear is raised over his head. Jorge is not moving.
The Sun is gone, the statue stands.
Magenta turning into black and finally, the arm fires the spear into the black and foam. There is a brief struggle as he lunges to grab the spear. But the fight is over, the big fish is being brought to the fire.
Dude! That fish is orange!
And it was. It was a Garibaldi, and within minutes it was being roasted on a stick over the fire. Someone else speared another one using a flashlight.
They burned the fish to a blackened crisp on both sides. Then it was cracked open, and the tasty white flesh was scooped into tortillas.
Muy bueno.
Fish were born to be eaten in corn tortillas.