Haddock Special at the Dolphin Fish Bar, Sutton on Sea
It is the 10th today and I seem to have only written 8 posts, despite cutting and pasting a poem and an article of medallions. Despite this sharp practice I just can’t keep up. Today I am going to post two shorter posts and try to keep up that way.
Today I have top make tomato soup for lunch. That involves a reasonably quick recipe, but it is still time. I have read and commented today, had breakfast and skimmed a number of subjects on Wiki. (This may be leading us to the exact source of my time leakage. After reading Billy Mann I ended up looking at hammer types and after reading Derrick Knight I ended up looking a Esmond Romilly and various other things. There are 32 types of hammer listed on the internet. I have three sorts that aren’t on the list and know of at least one other. However, I do believe that as long as it is big enough you can get by with just one.
Haddock Special at the Fishpan, Scarborough
That will leave me with the afternoon and evening to achieve something but Julia will almost certainly expect to see me at some point and an epic nap is probably on the cards. I’m thinking of doing fish fingers for tea, with potato wedges and mushy peas à la Nottingham. They eat their peas with mint sauce in Nottingham. I’m not sure why but any excuse for vinegar-based condiments is always welcome. It’s a cheap nutritious meal and I get the ones that are supposedly full of extra omega 3. I just checked it up and find that there is limited evidence that this actually does any good, but I’m a sucker for implications that stuff does you good whilst you are eating it. If they could grow potatoes which included omega 3, I could eat chips and feel I was becoming healthier.
Looking at the featured image I feel vaguely ashamed of my lack of culinary expertise.
Undoubtedly the worst fish I’ve had for years – look at the scale of the fish compared to the size of the fish and the portion of chips. Even then, they had to add insult to injury by doing something unspeakable to the peas.
I fondly hope that by eating sardines on toast I am improving my brain power, but there has been a distinct lack of any evidence to prove that this is happening.
After getting one rammed down the side of my gum as a child I have a fear of fishbones.so I stick to safer options.
Fish filleting techniques have greatly improved from my youth, when I hated fish because of the random bones. I can approach a fish pie with complete equanimity these days,
I can, if I’ve made it myself and checked the fish. But all those fiddly fish with bones in often appear in my nightmares.
Keep away from rabbit holes. That unspeakable portion of mushy peas looks as if it has been through a rabbit
Those were my thoughts (apart from the word cat instead of rabbit) but I lacked the facility to keep it polite. You are a much better writer of scatological humour than I am. 🙂
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The Haddock Special looks good!
It was! 🙂
And ..love you responding to my posts in the daily. Keeps me sharp!!
🙂 My pleasure!
You always manage to make food that sounds good. I dont think my pesto pasta with corn and tomatoes sounds as good as what you make. I didn’t even make yesterday’s pasta and I bought pre made pesto
“I didn’t even make yesterday’s pasta and I bought pre made pesto”
Sounds sensible to me – with your programme of pickleball, gallery-going and pizza passports I’m surprised you have time left over to cook and blog. See – I do listen to what you say. 🙂
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Thanks for making the time to share. As is often the case, you leave me laughing out loud. XOXOXO A great way to start the day. P.S. I often end up down some rabbit holes when I read blogs, too. That’s a great part of their charm, but it does eat up a lot of time.
Thanks for dropping by – yes, it does take time. 🙂 It’s nearly 6pm and I haven’t done more than an hour’s actual writing yet.