I love cod. Its like the opposte of prosciutto, altho both are savory. They were both kinda scary to me growing up in an Italian-American household. Cod at Xmas, smothered in olive oil, big chunks of garlic, and parsley, and prosciutto all year round, with its thick boundary of fat and people screaming at me, "thats the good part, you HAVE to eat it!" Gimme a plain ol baloney sandwich any day. No bones, no veins, no visible fat!

Sorry for my prosciutto rant the other day. It was an old joke (nixon era?), that sexy things were defined as porn if they had "no redeeming social value". So, no redeeming nutritional value, ha ha. My mother used to make prosciutto-wrapped melon for appetizer for our monthly family dinners, but it gave me headache.