Take the bisque, cuit
They say it’s what’s on the inside that counts. I’m not so sure with lobster, although that is usually the kind of thing you say to…
Don’t be so shellfish
I found a lobster in the freezer yesterday. Cooked and frozen solid. I’d forgotten about it, languishing there like an extra in Quincy. I gave…
Sea aster time
It’s STILL the Easter holidays. The children have not stopped talking to me for two solid days. I think they must breathe…
Salmon to watch over me
A small package, wrapped in a brown paper mushroom bag arrived for me from Eugene, Oregon the other week. Inside, thanks to my friend Linda…
Polenta, lobster and squid ink tomatoes
Tinned fish is one of life’s simple pleasures, and for me tinned sardines have become a gateway drug to other, more eye-watering products. As well as…
A potted fish story
Kevin, our plumber, has buggered off to France on the proceeds of our unfinished boiler. This has, however, led to the discovery of an unopened tin…
Taco Chance on Me
We’ve recently started taco evenings with the children and they’ve been a roaring success. I suppose it’s the spread of food in front of them and…
Quick Pickled Red Onion
The eye-watering sharpness of a pickled onion from the fish and chip shop feels like they’ve been steeped in jet fuel or paint stripper. It appeals to…
Claws is Coming to Town
My freezer is sometimes an Aladdin’s cave, sometimes a forgotten morgue. I’ve found pigs trotters, prawn and lobster shells, strange soups and chicken bones bagged and…
Gooseberry with Mackerel, Chilli and Galangal
It’s been such a long time since I’ve eaten gooseberries. Perhaps since childhood, picked from the bushes in friends’ gardens. Maybe once in jam at Badger’s…
The Modern Husband 