More Fish, Please!

"It’s two per student, Barnaby. School policy," she said, reaching for the next plate.

"More fish," Barnaby mumbled through a mouthful of heaven, crumbs tumbling down his chin. "So much more fish."

"Arthur," Barnaby said solemnly. "If you do not desire them, I implore you. Do not let them die in vain on the cold steel of the discard trolley. Let them fulfill their destiny." more fish, please!

Barnaby took a deep breath. He pointed to his own stomach, then to Arthur’s untouched fish, then back to his stomach. The universal language of hunger.

Sustainability is another crucial part of the conversation. When we ask for "more fish," we must also ask for better practices. Choosing wild-caught species or responsibly farmed options ensures that our oceans remain populated for generations to come. Look for certifications like the MSC blue label to ensure your meal is as good for the planet as it is for your body. "It’s two per student, Barnaby

Arthur looked down at the three golden bars on his tray. "What of them?"

The cafeteria of St. Jude’s Preparatory School smelled, as it always did on Tuesdays, of boiled cabbage and disinfectant. But for Barnaby, Tuesday was sacred. Tuesday was Fish Sticks day. "So much more fish

Barnaby was a boy of simple pleasures and singular focus. He sat at the end of the long oak table, his eyes locked on the stainless steel serving tray across the room. He watched Mrs. Higgins, a woman whose expression suggested she had never enjoyed a single meal in her life, slosh a ladle of grey-green peas onto a plate. Then came the chips. Then, the main event.

Two, Barnaby thought, his stomach giving a treacherous rumble. An insult. A mere appetizer.