I grew up on seafood, every summer we would trek to Oregon to visit grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  More often than not, we would spend some time on the coast, usually bouncing between Newport, Florence, and the sand dunes.  Grandpa Harold taught me how to fish, we would spend the whole week playing on the beach, fishing, catching crabs and clams.  I loved every minute of it.  Mr. Man, on the other hand, his version of seafood is…well, it’s steak.  He tolerates some seafood, but mostly if it isn’t battered in coconut and deep-fried, he doesn’t like it.  Still, we are trying to be mostly heart-healthy, and frankly,…