Was told this morning that we can’t live our lives around a fishmonger’s bounty. I disagree.
Depends on the catch I suppose.
Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — September 2, 2013 @ 17:43
Well. It’s a long story. One in no need to be told.
Short version: Fish needs to be eaten fresh. And the catch swings in here Tuesdays. Do not lead me into temptation or I will wax lyrical over the best fishmonger ever: A round woman from up North and an accent to match. Her husband doing the buying. And her sons so big one wonders how she ever gave birth.
Comment by Ursula — September 3, 2013 @ 01:59
Get a rod and go down to the sea to catch a cod or two… Something I rather fancy doing on a blowy winter’s day…….
Comment by magpie11 — September 2, 2013 @ 17:55
Can’t eat anything that still has eyes
Comment by John going gently — September 2, 2013 @ 20:18
How very reassuring, John. I take it that – should we ever share a boat and run out of food – you’d cut my head off first.
Comment by Ursula — September 3, 2013 @ 01:52
We have access to great fresh seafoof here almost daily –
Comment by Chuck McConvey — September 3, 2013 @ 20:11
Lucky you, Chuck. Despite living so close to the sea (literally a stone throw away) it’s a bit of a mixed bag here. Obviously the big supermarkets stock fish all week round. But I prefer to give my business to independent retailers (like that fishmonger) and Tuesday is the day. Mainly for oily fish like Sardines, Mackerel and Herring which need to be eaten as fresh as possible. From the water straight into the frying pan. So, if the Angel who loves fish has other plans for a Tuesday there is conflict of interests. Hence his dry remark that we can’t live our lives round the timetable of fish and their mongers.
One of the most frustrating times (in terms of seafood) I ever had was on a small island in the Aegean Sea (Greece). Surrounded by sea. NO FISH. I was incredulous. Something to do with the weather. Blame the Moon. Eventually, when a catch came in (heaven!), the price so massive it was like feasting on gold dust. Though hazard a guess that gold dust doesn’t taste of anything. In those terms: It was a bargain.
Comment by Ursula — September 4, 2013 @ 03:17
I’m caught up in the internet scares. I couldn’t eat fish of a fishmongers now, because I need deep sea fish with less Hg (mercury).
I once scaled & fed the kids fish from a lake that had been drained low & poisoned to kill the waterlilies taking over. 😦
Comment by bikehikebabe66 — September 3, 2013 @ 20:33
I agree: If you want mercury go to a dentist back in the dark ages. Do make sure you get your Omega 3 (oily fish). Keeps brain power firing on all cylinders.
You feeding your children poisoned fish? I am not surprised Lydia moved to Sweden. What’s the catch up there? I wonder. Rollmops, I suspect. Best hangover cure ever. Pickled herring, gherkins and onion. Guaranteed to dampen ardour (of an Englishman not used to the finer things in life).
Comment by Ursula — September 4, 2013 @ 03:28
I had all my amalgam fillings replaced about 30 or 35 years ago. Tom didn’t. Thing is I think he’s healthier than I am. My mother died at 75 & his at 96. THAT’S IT!
Comment by bikehikebabe66 — September 4, 2013 @ 03:38
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