2 Apr 2013

And Then A Fishy Tale....

I see today that the ever reliable BBC is regurgitating a very old food story.  This is probably being re-run to rivet us and follow hot on the hooves of the horses not beefses food ‘scandal’.  This time, from waaaaay back when, is the revelation that our great British culinary delight of cod and haddock may just be a shoal of old pollacks.

I honestly don’t see this creating any sort of outrage here, it didn’t before, when you remember that a deep fried battered chocolate and toffee Mars Bar is considered a delicacy in certain parts of these ‘food aware’ isles.

It’s also worth remembering that it’s not the quest for quality fish that spurs us out to the fried fish shops on an alarmingly regular basis.  Let’s be clear here; the fish is just an acceptable vehicle for transporting batter to us. Yes, it’s the batter we're after.

The fish could be any old fish flesh, or indeed anything of a similar texture, like almost set wallpaper paste for example, it’s just there to transport an amazingly thick coating of batter to be consumed along with lots of greasy chips liberally sprinkled with vinegar and copious amounts of salt. That’s it – end of.
      For clarity, this is fish an’ chips                   This is what we’re really after
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Add to this, for home consumption, bread with a heart stopping helping of butter and tea so sweet it’ll rot the spoon.  That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!

It’s quite possible that cat ownership in the UK is primarily down to having an easy way to dispose of batter-peeled fish.  Also worthy of note is that cats won’t give a damn if  they’re getting cod, haddock or a shoal of old pollacks,  

Quote;  Bill Marsano.

“The British Empire was created as a by-product of generations of desperate Englishmen roaming the world in search of a decent meal.”

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