Anyway, every so often I will be sitting here in the middle of the Utah desert and think about those poke nachos. The craving is strong, and the struggle is real! Poke nachos in the Utah desert doesn’t sound so appetizing. The ocean is hundreds of miles away. Raw ocean fish isn’t really a thing.

This last time the craving hit, I decided to do something about it. And that is where the journey of the salmon nachos begins. I might not have access to fresh, raw tuna pulled straight from the Pacific Ocean but I do have a smoker and a large, beautiful filet of Oregon caught silver salmon.