Cod built the Maritimes — it was the salt-cured currency of the Atlantic trade — and Acadian cooks learned every possible way to stretch it. Cod au gratin was the Sunday answer: leftover poached cod reborn under a creamy cheddar sauce, crowned with breadcrumbs until bubbling and bronze.
It is pure, unapologetic comfort — mild flaky fish, a silky cheese sauce, and that crackling crumb topping. Serve it with boiled potatoes and you have a plate that tastes like a church supper on the South Shore.

