One of these days I'm going to inadvertantly repeat a recipe. I think most people have a few core favourites they cook over and over again.
Some folks even have a particular meal for each night of the week. Nothing wrong with that.
When I was a kid, our local fish shop was packed to the gills every Friday night. Just about the entire suburb lined up for deep-fried hake, flake, whiting, 'couta or bream with potato cakes (hash browns without the hashing, just sliced), chips (fries) done the old-fashioned hand-cut way, deep-fried scallops, mussels by the jar and pickled onions.
The things you remember. I can see her even now - wrapping the fish and chips in newspaper as if it were yesterday - the fishmonger's dark-haired daughter, big gold earrings accenting her beautiful olive Mediterranean skin.
Then the fish shop burned down. The deep frier caught fire. It was a local tragedy.
Now people get take-outs all through the week so it's nothing special any mo
Recipes and ruminations from a small house in a big city.