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fish...with eyes in them!
Yesterday Gwen and I went to the covered market to buy some buttons for a dress I'm making her. As we past the fishmonger she told me "and then we'll buy some fish!" That surprised me a bit, but then, on reflection, I realized that every time we've made fish lately she's eaten quite a bit, whereas quite often if we have beef or chicken in some form (other than sausages) she can hardly be persuaded to have more than a bite or two. So I figured why not, we were going to be on our way home after button shopping, if she wanted to have fish we could get some and make it the next day for supper.
So we looked at all of them, as she insisted we get fish with eyes on it (so, no tuna, pre-cut salmon steaks, eel, or shellfish), but NOT fish with eyes AND teeth (i.e., the huge fish head with jellied eyes and 1/2 cm saw-like fangs). We ended up with two of some type that wasn't labeled, but was probably some sort of trout, about the length of my forearm. The fishmonger kindly gutted them for me, and this afternoon Joel fileted them. We had a bunch of leftover fresh thyme from when he made bouillabaisse last week, so I sliced up a lemon, and stuffed each fish with thyme and lemon. That sat all afternoon and then this evening after we got back from the new house, Joel and Gwen made salads for everyone and I fried the fish up in butter -- 1 min. per side -- and had an excellent quick satisfying meal. Having fish which isn't microwaved (sorry, mom) always feels surprisingly adult to me. We have to keep trying to remember just how quick and easy it is, and given that Gwen seems to like it so much, definitely worth doing more often.
So we looked at all of them, as she insisted we get fish with eyes on it (so, no tuna, pre-cut salmon steaks, eel, or shellfish), but NOT fish with eyes AND teeth (i.e., the huge fish head with jellied eyes and 1/2 cm saw-like fangs). We ended up with two of some type that wasn't labeled, but was probably some sort of trout, about the length of my forearm. The fishmonger kindly gutted them for me, and this afternoon Joel fileted them. We had a bunch of leftover fresh thyme from when he made bouillabaisse last week, so I sliced up a lemon, and stuffed each fish with thyme and lemon. That sat all afternoon and then this evening after we got back from the new house, Joel and Gwen made salads for everyone and I fried the fish up in butter -- 1 min. per side -- and had an excellent quick satisfying meal. Having fish which isn't microwaved (sorry, mom) always feels surprisingly adult to me. We have to keep trying to remember just how quick and easy it is, and given that Gwen seems to like it so much, definitely worth doing more often.