Over on my Eating Albion blog things are hotting up, so knowing that this blog gets more traffic I’d thought I’d do a shameless piece of cross promotion.  Have a read of this…

 

New McDonald's on Victoria Street The refitted McDonald's on Victoria Street McDonald's on Victoria street

Everyone’s favourite high street public toilet chain has refitted its Victoria Street branch. In a record 72 hours they’ve turned it into something more akin to Pizza Express, right down to those single funny red plastic looking flowers with the yellow stamen. It’s all dark woods, fake leather and bar stools, contrasted with clean cream lines and colours. All of which highlights even more the fact that you are eating out of a sheet of greasy paper with your fingers. That’s right, the only thing that looks out of place now is the food.

There’s a large homeless community in and around Westminster Cathedral, many of whom could be seen nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee in this branch of Maccy D’s. I wonder what they make of it?

Scouse for tea.

December 10, 2007

Scouse, buttered cabbage, olive bread and glass of beer

Show me a more tasty and easier dinner than that? I made it yesterday in my slow cooker, cooked it all day, then let it cool and in the evening put it in the fridge. When I got home tonight I just had to heat it up. You’ll hear a lot of talk about owning a slow cooker and returning home to a house perfumed with heady scents of long cooked stews and sauces, and that’s fine…

..however the reason I cook it and then let it cool the day before is two fold. One, I can keep an eye on it, two: things always taste better the next day, when the flavours have set. Another reason is that you might not make it home. I was once out with some friends, and it was one of those quick one’s after work that was just turning into something crazy when a colleague announced he couldn’t get another drink in because ‘he had to go home and turn his slow cooker off’. How we laughed! No one wants to be in that position.

So - Scouse, the iconic stew of Liverpool that gives Scousers their name. Like seemingly everything these days there’s a 100 different variant recipes on the internet, here’s some of them:-

Liverpool City portal - Neck of Lamb or Beef, potatoes, carrots
Ciao - Minced beef ? Wtf! But at least it’s got pearl barley in it
Recipe Source - Beef, potatoes, carrots
Merseyside today - Beef or lamb, cabbage and tomatoes?!
Sugervine - Beef and lamb
The Foodie - Beef and lamb, thyme
UKTV Food - Beef, carrots, potatoes, red wine?!!
Recipezaar - lamb potatoes
..and some guy on Youtube who cuts his veg with a carving knife.

Wikipedia and the scouser tell tales of the etymology of the word. The other thing you’ll hear is ‘each family has their own version’, but I just wonder how many families in Liverpool sit down to a bowl of scouse these days? William Black couldn’t find any in his ‘The land that thyme forgot‘, though he describes it as being made with silverside. Also perhaps unsurprisingly there’s no mention of it in my copy of Larousse Gastronomique, though much is made of other country’s ‘poor folk’ dishes - pah!

For me scouse has got to be made with lamb, if only to maintain some geographical continuity. To the west - Irish stew, made with lamb. To the east, Lancashire hot pot, made with lamb. But then if a ‘born in the shadow of the Liver building’ scouser makes it with beef, who am I to argue?

Well, for what it’s worth here’s my version. (makes enough for two in my slow cooker)

150g (two bits) lamb neck fillet cut into chunks
1 large carrot cut into chunks not rounds (I hate carrots shaped like 50p’s)
1 parsnip into chunks like the carrot
1 small potato cut in chunks
handful of pearl barley
1 glass of water
1 glass white wine (yeah I know not trad, but hey)
Salt & Pepper.

Method: I sweat the onion and the veg chunks in a little butter to get them going. Then seal but not brown the lamb. Pop the lot in a slow cooker, put a clean tea towel over the top and leave for ages.

Serve with cabbage shredded fine, boiled quick, and then wilted with a little butter and loads of pepper. Or if using red cabbage, white/red wine vinegar and a little all spice.

And to watch while eating this, maybe the new video, Home, by Amsterdam, Liverpool’s finest band. Who I last saw two years ago at the Borderline.

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hot cheese... mmmmm

I’m back! I think it was Queen Elizabeth I who said of a capon ‘that it be too much for one yet not enough for two’. As producing capons in the UK is banned nowadays I’ll probably never have the chance to eat one. However I would add to the list of things that are ‘too big for one but not quite enough for two’, baked Camembert.

Can’t be bothered to fondue? And let’s face it Fondue sets are like middle class cheese toastie makers - bought at Christmas, used once, straight to the back of the cupboard - go for a baked Camembert. It’s all the hot cheese fun without the stink of paraffin and the table-top fire hazzard. Which when you’ve got two cheese loving nieces like my two is a good thing. Plus the little Gingham cloth goes down well with the little ladies.

my nieces enjoying a baked Camembert

Also since me and my girlfriend split up I’ve had a lot of people popping in for a chat, and you’ve got to give them something right? Also wasn’t it in Spooks that the agents were eating cheese to stave off getting drunk? Was on the BBC, must be true.

Anyway there’s this recipe from James Martin, but I don’t bother cutting the top off before baking it as I think it’s easier to do afterwards. Another tip is try to find a bowl/dish the size of the cheese, then you don’t always have to buy the ones in the wooden boxes. The dish in the top photo came from a M&S pudding I think, and fits a Camembert exactly. Tip number two is try grapes as well and carrots, celery, potatoes and bread. But if there’s two of you, you probably won’t have quite enough cheese…

Rambo’s Kitchen Nightmares

November 11, 2007

What would happen if a certain foul mouthed but popular TV chef met a monosyllablic one man killing machine post-traumatic stress disorder suffering Vietnam Vet. Needless to say the language is ‘choice’…

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Rambo's Kitchen Nightmares

PSD to follow

Olives, slugs and lettuces.

October 29, 2007

Out with Sarah B from work the other day for a quick drink we ended up in the recently refurbished Slug and Lettuce on Artillery Row. I don’t normally visit Slug and Lettuces, they’re often all hard surfaces and chunky fight-proof furniture that makes it difficult to hear yourself speak over the cacophony of screeching from a table of girls getting loud on cheap white wine. What my Friend Nora calls ‘Bitch Fuel’.

The new one on Artillery Row however is a little more loungey, with sofas and carpets, plus it was near work, so we went in. We had some drinks, and the Wednesday Wine offer is any bottle on the menu for the cost of the house, £11.75, so that was good. Then we decided to get some snacks… not so good. Onion rings (four of ‘em), chicken and chorizo skewers (ok), and a bowl of olives. Just look at that pudding bowl of boring briny olives, it was like chewing the caps you put on car tires. I dread to think what they’d been marinated in, dish water bprobably.

Bad Olives

ABOVE: A bowl of ‘Marinated Mediterreanean Olives’ from Slug and Lettice (£2.45)

Good Olives

ABOVE: A plate of what I’d consider ‘marinated Mediterreanean Olives’ to look like - taken at a friend’s house.

Olives aren’t that hard to get right surely? Bars can make a killing on snacks, nibbles and finger food, after all, much of it doesn’t need cooking so front of house staff can portion it, nuts for example. But only if they do it right. It’s got to be good interesting ingredients and dishes, shareable, and able to be eaten with fingers or with just a folk.

The Govenment’s change in the licencing laws was to introduce a more ‘continental’ style approach to socialising, where food is consumed alongside drink. When it comes to what most menus described as ‘light bites’, I usually get the ‘brown food fear’. You know, where everything in either in breadcrumbs, batter or brown to begin with, and it’s all deep fried, like this still from a Iceland ad.

The Spanish have tapas, the Middle East has meze, Japan has sushi, other cultures have a tradition of street food and such, we have deep fried potato products, nuts and crisps or stupid mini-versions of main meals. And don’t think this is a class thing, posh rediculous canapes are just as bad.  What do you want to nibble on when drinking?

BigBarn.co.uk - The Virtual Farmer’s Market.   Some good news to counter the bad news that Heinz are taking the farmers market name in vain for a range of their gloopy oversalted soups. I’m a big fan of Big Barn, and it’s lead me to some great food around the country, so will be giving www.localfoodshop.co.uk a trial soon.

O'Hagans sausage shop

Today marks the start of British Sausage Week, with events happening up and down the country. Ahh, the sausage. Never has a product been so debased. When a sausage is good, made from proper cuts of meat, there’s few things in life finer. But when a sausage comes frozen from a bag of 20 for £1.99 and made up of ‘lips and arseholes’ and bulked out with water, there’s not much worse.

According to the British Sausage Week website PDF, sausages are the number-one ‘in­home meal’ (ahead of the cheese and ham sandwich?!). Furthermore, Most people will grow up eating the one type of sausage that their parents bought. However, marriage is a turning point when both people bring their own ideas about sausages. This leads to the joy of joint experimentation and discovery!” Now, marriage is a turning point for a lot of things, but sausage experimentation? To think of newlyweds up and down the land exploring each other’s sausage habits raises a smile.

Anyway, I’ve a bit of previous in the hunt for good sausage. In the summer I bought some sausages from O’Hagans in Chichester. They were big, thick and meaty like a fat four-year-old’s arm, not those skinny pink things you see in the shops, and they formed the bulk of a BBQ I did at a friend’s house. Not a puff of smoke came off that BBQ; no ruptured cases, no spitting, no dripping fat. When cut open they revealed very fine chopped-up meat and recognisable pieces of herbs, not that spongy grey honeycomb paste that seems to make up most modern sausages.O’Hagans offer a huge range of tastes and flavours, including kangaroo and duck. And elsewhere I’ve even found a recipe for seafood sausage and even a League of Gentlemen sausage.

But this is British Sausage Week, so let’s be traditional. Most people know about the Cumberland - the long curled-up sausage flavoured with pepper - which is apparently applying for a PDO request. And some may even know about the Linclonshire, flavoured with sage. Fewer still may know of the Oxford sausage - skinless and flavoured with herbs and lemon, it’s an effete sort of a sausage in my opinion. But did you know about the Manchester sausage? That’s right - Manchester has its own sausage, too, and I bought some the other day while up north, from Homestead Farm Shop, Pott Shrigley, Macclesfield.

So what’s in a Manchester sausage, you ask? Well, the key ingredients are nutmeg and mace, finely ground pork, salt and white pepper, and that’s about it. The only reference to it on the internet that I can find is in the Greater Manchester section of this PDF from the Lancashire tourist board.

They’re made on Gabbotts Farm, to a recipe that goes:
“Our Dad’s is a fine textured pork sausage
seasoned with liberal amounts of white pepper, mace
and nutmeg - The original Manchester sausage!”

Joyce Dalton, who served me at the Homestead farm shop, says it’s from an 18th Century recipe book that belonged to a fellow sausage-maker, and he never let anybody look at it. Eventually he retired to Australia and said to his friends, “You can have ten minutes with the book”, at which they frantically wrote down a few recipes including the one for the Manchester Sausage before the book was packed in a tea chest, shipped away, and started a new life Down Under. Wonder where it is now…

There’s a recipe for Cumberland here that uses nutmeg and mace, but the Manchester tasted nothing like the Cumberlands I’ve had, having far less pepper and far more nutmeg. Nutmeg also features in the recipe for the Oxford, and this one and this daft American one, along with cayenne pepper and casings.

There’s nary a mention of the Manchester sausage on the website for the Manchester Food and Drink festival, which comes to a close this Monday, but it could have appeared at any of these sausage-themed events. There is, however, this amusing example of sausage misuse:

Pork cassoulet plus a bottle of cider for £7.50!
Odd Bar, Northern Quarter - Only during the Festival, Odd’s Amazing Pork Cider Cassoulet with a bottle of Magner’s Cider will cost you £7.50! Fresh, local pork marinated in Magner’s Cider with chunks of chorizo, lamb & mint sausage, potatoes and flava beans served with crusty bread and a bottle of Magners on the side.

So that’s a French dish consisting of English pork marinated in Irish cider with Spanish sausage, lamb and mint sausage (Welsh in influence), beans and potatoes?! And served with more Irish cider. That’s not cassoulet, that’s Eurostew!

Anyway, try and find some interesting and well-made sausages from British Sausage Week, and keep an eye out for the Manchester. Or visit www.sausagemaking.org, buy all the bits and make your own.

On Tuesday evening I went to a special private screening of Ratatouille, the lasted animated offering from Pixar/Disney. The event was organised by Silverbrow (he of GFW blog talk I attended) who managed to wangle a screening for some foodie bloggers from Wired, the UK publicity company promoting the film.

In the pre-screening drinks and nibbles I got chatting to the author of cheese and biscuits, as well as a sprightly seven year old called Bee, the only child there, with whom I had a lengthy chat about the collective works of Mr Rohl Dahl, both of us engaged in a ‘favourite bits’ arms race around his writings. We both agreed that the relationship antics of Mr and Mrs Twit were indeed very funny. I mention this because Dahl understood the minds of children very well. when you’re young, you see the world differently, for example the bendy sofa on which Bee, Bee’s mother and I were sat had a small gap behind it, and Bee remarked ‘you could hide behind there… Or store things’. I love this sort of abstract mental leaps.

And there’s something of the child’s eye viewpoint in Brad Bird, Director of Ratatouille. It’s as if he has one adult eye and one childs eye. There’s been lots of press about Ratatouille when in was released in America. (in July!) Most critics and commentators seeking to attach current moral issues to it, ranging from childhood obesity to the cooling of Franco-American relations in light of the Iraq war, so I won’t repeat those here. I just think the Pixar chaps have once again turned out a cracking bit of story telling done through top class animation, animation that is to Toy Story what OS X is to Windows 3.1. It’s the little stuff, stuff you have to actually snap out of the narrative to see and take in, like the fur and the bubbles and the grace of movement. It’s amazing. The way all the rats move for example is spot on.

But I’m sure Bird et al would be the first to tell you that without a cracking script the CGI ain’t worth squat. And while the plot is conventional, as in a seven year old can follow it, the script, the actions, the slap stick and the dialogue is as complex as they can allow.

For example. They actually got to call it Ratatouille. There’s a bit in Douglas Copeland’s Mircoserfs where the lead character, Dan, says ‘American’s can only absorb one or two foreign words per year, Hagen Daz etc…’ This is a kids movie with a French food word as a title, yes they’ve had to put the phonetics ‘rat-a-too-ee’ underneath on the webpage, but isn’t this how kids learn to say words? Your child now knows a foreign word and how to say it… from a movie title, that’s a good thing right? You know in the blandness of Corporate America ™ this could so easy have been called ‘The little rat that could’ or ‘Rat chef’ or something. Also, job descriptions and the words and phrases of the kitchen are maintained, the chefs tall hats are rightly referred to as toques, the chef’s positions as chef, sou-chef, chef de partie, plonge etc. This lets kids figure stuff out and learn. I remember as a child learning the names of dinosaurs just so I could say what I thought were big complex words. It’s why a baddie race in the last series of Doctor Who was called Raxacoricofallapatorious. Kids love all that tongue twister stuff.

For me what really hit home as too why Pixar have pitched it perfectly was that after the 20 adults in the room had stopped chuckling as a particular gag, there was Bee down the front still laughing for a further 15 seconds. Look out for the bit where Linguini is asleep but being ‘driven’ by Remy, and how, with his shades on, they’ve captured French aloof coolness. Also a bit near the start where two lovers are quarrelling, and one shoots the ceiling, only then to start passionately kissing.

The food. Bird spent some time with top chef Thomas Keller of the French Laundry, who also created the signature dish (recipe) of the title that Remy cooks for Anton Ego (voiced splendidly by Peter O’Tool) when Ego reviews the restaurant at the end. There’s a wonderful bit where Ego, the bitter cynical vampiric critic pops the first mouth full into his mouth and…. Wooosh.. is transported back to his childhood, and his mum’s home cooked ratatouille. The animation used to express how things taste is also novel, Skinner mini version of Chief Inspector Dreyfuss skulking around trying to find the rat is also spot on. It’s sheer class from start to finish, and a great piece of family entertainment that restores your faith in story telling and animation, but then it’s Pixar, they’ve never had a dud.

However… If there must be a fly in this otherwise excellent soup, it’s the distributors (Disney) launching schedule. And this applies to lots of content these days from everyone.. Out in the US in July, but not here till October?! Come on guys, this would have been a fantastic summer holiday release here in the UK where it rained all summer, maybe it was to keep it away from Harry Potter?

(More on what I think about this here (soon)…. as it’s sort of grown into a new post.)

beep beep beep…it’s 4:45am and my alarm’s chirping loudly, am I up this early because I’m going on holiday? Nope, I’m going to Billingsgate Fish Market for their Sushi and Sashimi masterclass with Emi Kazuko. I’m in my battered Toyota and driving through the streets of London by 5am and it’s like a scene out of 28 days later, with nothing but me and the odd mini cab taking home all nighters. The sun comes up as I cross Tower Bridge. After a few wrong turns and three circuits of the roundabout underneath Canary Wharf, I eventually find the entrance to the Market. The car park’s packed and hordes of people are coming out carrying large bin liners full of fish. There’s a lot of Oriental restauranteurs who I presume like to see their fish banging fresh and from the wholesaler before buying rather than rely on a third party supplier.
Restaurant owners and members of the publicI ask two City of London Market Constables the way to the Fish School, and they direct me upstairs to the first floor where I’m greeted by one of the representatives of the Market who along with his two colleagues are also the on site Environmental Health officers. Due to the hideous time of the morning I forget to remember his name. Other delegates arrive and we all shuffle about yawning and watching the market in full swing below, it’s amazing to watch.

About 6:15 we kick off with a short talk and introduction to the market, before heading downstairs. We’re warned about the choice language of the porters, who have a reputation for swearing like…. fish porters. In olden times Billingsgate became a byword for crude or vulgar language. However I’m with Billy Connolly who said there are no bad words, only words used badly. Then we’re down the stairs and exploring the market. The market’s also open to the public, though you probably have to buy a decent amount, it’s not like Borough put it that way. Personally I thought the porters and sellers were a great bunch of guys, laughing and joking with each other, shouting ‘mind your legs’ and half haggling half flirting with the Chinese Ladies buying fish for their restaurants. One even whistled a sort of ‘beep-boop’ as he moves, sounding like the noise large vehicles like buses make when reversing. All of them knew about their products, their sources, their cost, and how to use them. I got the sense that everyone there was a professional, it’s hard work and unsocial hours, and that must keep out a lot of chancers more than other industries.

Our guide (what’s his name?! …Let’s call him Dave as it was something English and Biblical), Dave explained how the porter system worked. It’s heavily unionised, and only porters or the managing directors of the Companies can move fish. Porters get paid 14p and pound (I think) for moving fish, which doesn’t sound much, but Billingsgate, unlike any other fish market in Western Europe is a sample market, where fish isn’t bought by auction. And everything displayed is a sample or representation of what the wholesaler has in bulk in the back. And the porters are dealing in bulk orders and so moving large amounts of fish. Dave said that a porter can earn over £500 a week for 4 hours work a day. All porters working in the Market are licensed by the City of London, and it’s a long standing and noble trade. Michael Cain’s dad was a Porter in Billingsgate when Cain was born and there’s some nice recollections from Ted Lewis who was a porter for 50 years here.

Bluetooth headset and Straw hatDover SoleThe market starts endingTop Chaps

Everyone we spoke to seemed interested in talking to us and didn’t mind us being there, I guess because the more we see of this fascinating world, the more we get to understand it and protect it. Billingsgate is right next to Canary Wharf, on land that developers must get wet dreams over. Remember Covent Garden used to be a working vegetable market, now it’s out at Vauxhall and hardly a top tourist destination. Since 2005 there’s been a review of all London’s markets, and talk about moving or consolidating them and rehousing them, probably further out of Central London. I think we need these markets accessible to remind us where food comes from and what it actual is.

Other things I noticed about the market was how 80s it was. built in 1982 when it moved from the historical ward of Billingsgate, it had that hexagonal red brick 80s feel. Also all the phones the dealers still used were bright yellow industrial BT models straight from the Maureen Lipman ‘ology’ era that still rang with a bell sound, worked fine though. One stall holder summed up the changing times, sporting a straw boater, a fine moustache and a bluetooth phone ear piece. Dave talked us through some examples, first up Lobster. On the left is a young Canadian male, on the right an older native Scottish female. Lobsters take 7 or 8 years to reach catching age, the female one on the right could have been nearly 30 years old. They’re hard to farm because of their aggressive territorial nature. You can tell the difference as North American ones have a small horn on their noses, where as natives slope down to nothing.

Canadian Lobster (left) and scottish (right)Dregged scallopThe market starts endingTurbot (left) and Brill (right)
Next we look at razor clams and scallops. Dave opens a dredged scallop. These retail for about £1.50 a dozen, where as hand dived can cost £2 each. The difference is that a: hand dived don’t rip the sea bed to pieces, and b: they aren’t full of mud and grit, as the dredger pushes it all in the ‘minding it’s own business feeding mouth open’ scollop before scooping it up. Hand caught can be fresher too, as they come ashore quicker. So don’t scrimp on the scallops man.
Next we look at range of other fish, Brill and Turbot, similar looking, but for some reason Brill costs more. The way to tell is that Brill’s skin is smooth when you run your fingers over in both directions, where as Turbot is rough like a cats tongue when rubbed head to tail. Hake, isn’t given half the respect it deserves, Dover Sole is one of the few fishes that you need to keep for a few days to enable removing the skin.

We move round some other parts of the market, but by 7ish the main business of the day is done and dusted and everyone’s finalising and clearing up. At 7:30am (a time I’m normally just opening one sleepy bloodshot eye) we head upstairs back to the class room for a traditional Japanese breakfast cooked by Emi and her faithful assistant Kiko.
It consists of smoked kippers, rice, pickles and an omelette roll, I have to say that eating a hot whole fish with chop sticks at half seven in the morning while looking at the ‘go getters’ in the gym in the basement of the Barclay’s building across the creek in Canary Wharf certainly ranks as an new experience. A good one mind.
BreakfastExplaining the Fish we'll be usingHead off a Sea BassGutting a Mackerel

After breakfast and a coffee we settle down to a lecture on the fish we’d be using during the day from the other expert there, Esme, in the cold room. She talks us through what to look for in a fish, freshness, usage, where it comes from etc. If you see a Mackerel with a damaged jaw, that’s a good sign, as it means it was line caught rather than net caught. Then we suit up with aprons on top of our white overalls and select a mackerel to fillet.

This is great fun, then we move through filleting squid, Dover sole and opening oysters. We’re up against the clock now and sadly don’t get time to take apart the sea bass, as we have to move on to Emi’s Japanese cooking section.
Billingsgatemaking makiwatching in the mirrorThree Sashimi dishes
Emi explains who she is and her history, she then runs through some basic dishes, Tempura prawns and Teriyaki salmon,we all try some. She then shows us to salads, one with western salad leaves like rocket and lettuce and one with sea vegetables. For the first one we use our previously filleted Dover sole, blanched in boiling water for 20 seconds. For the sea vegetable one we use the raw mackerel. The dressing on the sea vegetables is made from dashi. We also make a pressed sea bass sashimi hakata style. which is a sea bass fillet, halved, then you place long strips of cucumber and ginger along one half, before placing the other half on and pressing for a while. We go back to the demonstration area and try some oysters with a traditional Japanese dressing and how to cook bonito. I’ve got the recipes for everything we did on the day, but am too lazy to type them out, so if you want a copy, either contact me or buy Emi’s book.

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By now it’s after lunchtime, and we move on to maki or rolled sushi, as well as nigiri and uramaki or California rolls. We learn about the shiso, which is a herb that tastes like a mix of basil and mint, and is often used in sushi. You also see plastic ones in those sushi sets. Emi recommends never putting sushi in the fridge, as this can make the rice go hard. Ideally it should always be made fresh and eaten within a few hours. So all that sushi you see in Marks and Spencer’s and Pret was probably made a 48 hours ago and has to be chilled - hence the rice can be a little chewy and gooey. I’ve tried a couple of times to make maki, and know how hard it is. My friends Xuan showed my how to make them, she says it’s easy, but then she’s been making them for ages. I find that though I can now make one, I’ve yet to get the filling bang in the centre every time. But like anything it takes practice. There’s a touch of the Generation game now as most of the group overload their nori sheets with rice which is a common mistake. Still, everyone has a go and at least gets something edible and half decent. with that a we have a few more beers and divvy up the fish that’s left over.

left over fish call cooked up with Bread and Rocket Salad
On the way home I’m thinking about what to do with all these bits of left over fish, I’ve got a mackerel fillet, some squid, some salmon, some tuna, some Dover sole and some sea bass. I thought about a bouillabaisse, but that’s a fair bit of effort and I’m knackered. Thai fish curry? Could do, but again, fair bit of effort as I’d want to do it properly, and we’ve no coriander in, also it’d sort of mask the taste of the fish. In the end I decide to keep it simple, and griddle cook the oily fish (salmon, tuna, mackerel) and lightly poach the sea bass and sole in a stock of half water, half white wine, parsley, pepper corns and half a lemon. I serve all this up on a large chopping board with a simple salad of rocket and parsley and slices of toasted bread. And yes I am drinking red wine with it, a crime for which James Bond kills a man in From Russia with Love, but as new Bond said in Casino Royale ‘Do I look like a give a damn‘.

I had a great time at the market, it was fascinating to see a side of London life few people ever see. On the one hand you want people to eat more fish as it’s healthy and good for you. On the other there’s the whole question of sustainability, as today’s Times points out, one expert thinks Fish will vanish from British waters in 20 years. At Billingsgate there’s fish from all over the world, and a lot of it is flown in. Dave told us that they can get fish from Florida as quickly as from Scotland these days, but at what cost? It looks like we’re going to have to face some tough decisions about where and how we source our food in the years to come, but it sure is tasty.

PS. Hello all the people I met on the course! Please leave a comment underneath on what you thought of the day too. Here’s a link to the best pictures that I took on the day on Flickr. If they’re just for your personal use feel free to download them. If any of you or Emi or anyone from the school want to use them in a commercial way, please ask first, you can email me at eyedropper -at- mac -dot- com Thanks.