How would your significant other respond if you told them you were headed to Harrods after work on Friday, and they would be coming with you? Some lucky ladies and gents might have received an enthusiastic nod of agreement but nope, not me. I’d settle for a ‘yeah, sure’ shrug, but instead got the ‘you’re on your own there’ smirk. And people think I’m the harsh one.
A certain someone doesn’t like shopping, he doesn’t do crowds, so a combination of both with the added bonus of tourists walking way too slowly, would mean that going to any department store like Harrods would be pure torture. Even when administered by his beloved girlfriend, still torture. But what if she threw in the promise of freshly made sushi…?
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.
If you share the cooking duties with a flatmate who vehemently dislikes seafood, you seize any opportunity within reach to enjoy all things delicious from the sea. Trust me, I’ve been there. When I went home for family dinners I would always demand, I mean politely request, something fishy… sambal prawns or whole steamed snapper with soy and ginger were among the usual orders! I even resorted to implementing ‘the seafood rule’ where the fish dish at any restaurant was given the first right of refusal before I even looked at anything else on the menu. No exceptions.
These measures worked quite well and seafood-hating-flatmate and I lived otherwise harmoniously together for several years, but I must admit, it’s quite nice to now share the cooking duties with someone who loves seafood as much as I do. The bonus for me is that a certain someone came to the party with some fish cooking skills, whereas I had barely cooked any seafood before, unless you consider tossing tuna through a salad cooking? I’m getting better though and we now have fish on the cooking menu at least once a week, but my old habits die hard and I find myself employing ‘the seafood rule’ without even knowing it.
It’s been a week since Wellington on a Plate ended and a whole week since my last burger. It was fun while it lasted but I am glad it is over… have I got burger burn out? Burger fatigue? Blocked arteries? Not sure, maybe… actually, hopefully not. I still love a good burger, I just think we need some time apart… but I’ll call when I’m ready.
Wide roads, pavements illuminated only by the street lamps, and teenagers traveling in packs… yep, we were definitely in the burbs! If this were back in my teen days, I’d probably be heading to some house party with a four pack of smirnoff and a plan to knock back the drinks then hit the town. These days, we’re roaming the mean streets of Miramar in search of good food at TheLarder.
My last Larder visit was for last year’s WOAP burger- lambs brains in a bun; an acquired taste I think, but still well worth trying. This time we ordered a few tamer dishes- seafood, pasta, and steak. The food here looks good, everything is elegant and you can tell it’s been thoughtfully placed right there. But as we all know, looks are never enough… there comes a point when staring at your hot date becomes rude and plain boring. Luckily, the food here came through- beauty and brains- hurrah!