This simple dish reminds me of my mother Sarina and her father. Growing up she would tell me stories of her father who I had never met until I was ten years old. We visited Sicily where I had the opportunity to meet him for the first time. My mother had told me stories about him and how her father was a proud fisherman. He had his own boats and had employees who worked for him who where part of the community, his father my great grandfather Tommaso was also a fisherman. When he caught tuna or sword fish, he would eagerly return home and my nonna Santa would cook the catch of the day for everyone to enjoy the fruits of the sea, proudly showcasing the spoils of the sea.