"I like the smell of fresh snapper, fried light"

Yes, I have gone from quoting T. S. Eliot to Jimmy Buffett. But the delicious fresh fried snapper for dinner had me singing his song Landfall under my breath for a while.

Ah, but there is more than simple a pop-culture demlima here. Snapper is a fish that most experts say you should not eat because it is under pressure from too much fishing. I struggle with the decision to buy it at our VERY GOOD local fishmonger The Deland Fish House for that reason, in spite of the fact that I dearly love snapper. In the end I square my snapper habit with this rationale: the snapper I buy and eat is caught locally, in the waters of my bioregion by local fishermen and is trucked all of about 30 miles. Relying on the Kantian Categorical Imperative, as often do when sorting through ethical decisions, I can safely say that if my actions were universalized I would be delighted. If everyone practiced being a localvore our world would be a much healthier, more sane and rational place. So, I eat snapper without a guilty conscience. I do miss Pacific Salmon, marinated in Kirin and Soy sauce and grilled over an open flame, though.