The food of my people was fried, gravied, stewed and jelloed. Don’t get me wrong. I liked it all, especially deep fried halibut.
Our house was old and cold when I was four. Arthritic metal radiators clanked and groaned trying to generate enough heat to overpower the damp produced from the incessant rain of coastal northern British Columbia. When the gurgle and clunk in the radiator pipes signaled that heat was a-comin’, I’d climb onto its corrugated surface and warm my butt and calves.
I abandoned my heated roost when Mom fired up the deep fryer and turned on the oven in preparation for making fish and fries. The kitchen became an oasis of heat. The windows steamed over and the whole house was enveloped in the scent of French fries – which my dad called chips – and the heavy, glad tang of fish.
There was nothing better than the smell of fresh filleted and battered halibut sizzling in fat. It glistened in the draining basket until most of the grease had dripped away and then a piece was laid on my plate along with hot fries and a big puddle of ketchup. Was there a vegetable? I don’t remember. Who would bother with pallid canned peas when laid in front of you was a perfect piece of fish. The batter crunched under my fork, the fish flaked hot in my gob and I’d open my mouth wide against all the rules of etiquette sucking in cool air, soothing my burnt, happy tongue. Oh my god – scrumptious.
You just described in glorious detail every Friday of my childhood! Except in our home it was pickerel or trout caught by my father or one of my brothers.
But I was a strange kid – I even liked the canned peas 😉
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Mmmm. Love fresh fried pickerel! Lucky you.
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Scrumptious indeed, I had deep fried fish and chips just a day ago – didn’t need to cook it as we have great chip shops on the fish quay nearby. Great memories.
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I’m envious of you having fish and chips dockside. That’s my idea of bliss.
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Filleting fish in a shirt and tie…those were the days! Great description, as always!
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Yeah, that was my brother, most likely just home from work.
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I don’t love fish but your description got to me anyway! And our cats rode our big old radiators just like you did!
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Those old radiators were awfully uncomfortable and probably much better suited to cats than small humans.
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Yum!
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Oh yes, definitely yum. I have a trip west coming up in the spring and there will be halibut.
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My mouth’s watering!
Halibut is not such a common fish over in the UK and it’s expensive when you can get hold if it. But I’m staying in a hotel in Ireland this week and an just waiting for the waiter to bring me my irder of pan fried hake. 😀
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Ooh. I like hake, too. It’s been a while. Do tell all after you’ve had your feed.
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Great post, splendid title! 🙂
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thanks!
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My mother was the worst cook in the world so I don’t share such memories – but I just salivated 😀
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Friday night dinner – exactly as you’ve described it. Well done!
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I had a fish dinner Friday. You took me back to that. My early food memories are much different from yours, but I feel like I was with you just now.
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