Fish Thursday

My friend Pam does Fish Wednesday, wherein she buys some fish, does some killer preparation, takes a picture of it and then eats her delicious meal, sometimes with her husband, sometimes with her friends, sometimes by herself. I've been to dinner at her house and let me tell you, she's a fine fine cook, that Pam, regardless of the meal. So I'm betting Fish Wednesday is fabulous.

Since she lives in Seattle and I live in England, as much as I'd like to I won't be able to join her any time soon. But she's inspired me to try eating more fish, as well, and so I'm going to start logging my fish preparation here in my blog, because it will keep me honest since you'll notice if I don't come up with something. I'm not sure my schedule will be able to accommodate an official Fish Day, but I will try to fit it in at least once in a calendar week.

As luck would have it, I was ordering from the Ocado Man and watching Nigella Lawson the other day. She was making fast meals and she had a lovely chunk of salmon that looked delicious when it was done. So I threw me a bit of organic Scottish Salmon into the cart and made the following for dinner tonight.

I chopped up a shallot and a strip of streaky bacon and put them in a non-stick skillet on medium high. Tossed it around a bit while it cooked, and soon it was smokey crispy brown. Put it on toweling to drain, and then put a salted/peppered salmon fillet in the pan. Left it about four minutes on each side, maybe a little less, but close. It got golden brown crisp on each side, while the center was just medium. Put it on a bed of quinoa, sprinkled it with the shallots and bacon, and tucked in with a nice big mixed green salad on the side. I had some succulent French Breakfast Radishes delivered, as well, and they were delightfully crunchy on the salad.

All in all, a successful Fish Day.



Do you think there are fish in swan pond across the road? If so, when I come over in a few weeks I'll try to catch one, fillet it, and fry it up for you Minnesota style.

Unlike all your other blog readers, I'm a red-blooded, hook and bullet, deer-gutting Minnesotan. So if you're in the mood for Milton-Keynes fish, I'm just the man for it.
Pam said…
This rules. YOU rule. Go on with your fish eating self!
lulu said…
Suddenly the Trader Joe's Turkey Meatballs I'm having for dinner just don't seem as good.
Melinda June said…
BAP, even if there are fish in the pond I'd be unlikely to eat one for fear of contamination. But there are definitely fish in the canal, which is about two blocks away, and there have to be others in streams around here, so I'd take you up on that.

Thanks, Pam! When you fly back this way I'll be in practice for you to join me!

And Lu, I don't know about that. Trader Joe's treats trump pretty much anything.
Is the Canal part of Emberton Park? I looked for MK fishing regulations online (I always follow the game rules as a traveling outdoorsman) and found this:

In particular, it holds this little gem: "All fish caught must be returned to the water alive. Any persons found removing fish from the site, will be prosecuted under the theft act."

I just have one thing to say. God Bless America!
Melinda June said…
Nope. The Canal is something like the Grand Union Canal and conects teh Avon and the Thames, I think. My friend Mel's partner James is a hunter/gatherer type, as well. He'll know where you can actually take the fish home.

I would do that, but we may not want to get too excited about eating UK fish. I did a bit more research on this, and it appears that the main sport fish in England is the carp. You can actually buy full-length DVD's about carp fishing tactics.

I know that since you're from Iowa, you lean toward rough fish like bullheads. (That's a MN joke--no MN anglers fish bullheads, but Iowa anglers come up to do so). But I'm not too excited about filleting a carp. Maybe there is a reason that "fish and chips" are made from Atlantic cod. The freshwater fish on the island are apparently not the flaky, tasty kind.

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