When I found out there was going to be a new fishmonger opening down the road from our flat, I was positively ecstatic. As you may have guessed, I have a fondness for any sort of establishment that sells food and I thought we could finally ditch the dreary fish counter at Sainsbury’s and pick up some decent seafood for a change. I had visions of walking in and being dazzled by a counter filled with glistening seafood on ice, and boy oh boy, did those fishies glisten!
Had a certain someone not been there to give me a reality check (I don’t actually cook fish all that often, ok fine, hardly ever) I probably would’ve left with three sea bass because they were only a tenner and a rainbow snapper because it looked pretty. What we actually left with was a few hundred grams of king prawns; not as exciting as the rainbow snapper but still a million times better than the precooked ones from a certain giant supermarket chain.
Is there a food more versatile or comforting than bread? The equally humble and reliable potato would definitely give it a run for its money but bread still comes out top. Now that I come to think of it, I think I eat bread in some form, most days. For a quick weekday breakfast it’ll be toasted with a slather of butter and Kiwi marmite, while in the weekends it’ll be a bit more English with some eggs, beans and bacon.
It often makes an appearance at lunch; right from the early days my mother used to pack me the best rolls or sandwiches that my friends would be envious of, and even now I’m partial to a filled bagel or simple ham and cheese toastie. At dinner time it usually isn’t the star of the show but the trusty sidekick who turns that soup from a snack to a meal, or gives you something to mop up the rest of that sauce. I’m hungry already and I haven’t even got to how it appeals to my sweet tooth… pastries, fruit loaves, bread and butter pudding?!