Okay, I was taking risks when I decided to cook fish tonight, extremely daring, as it was neither salmon nor cod. I saw the glazed eyes of the Daurade looking blankly out at me and knew right there and then-this will be delicious! Having just run across a recipe for cooking Daurade whole in the oven I asked the fishmonger to prepare my catch. How could it not be good? The recipe included-ginger, garlic, lemon grass, fresh coriander and hoisan and soy sauce. Perhaps it was my son's expletives and he took in the opaque eyes staring back at him. Maybe it was my husband's doubtful expression as he bit back the words he so badly wanted to utter "FISH-YUK!" I have to admit even I lost my gusto after picking out long, sharp bones from my mouth with every biteful-not helped by the skin I sometimes ended up chewing. Midway through the meal my son said "Barf" for the umpteenth time and gave up. I told him he could just eat the rice but could he PLEASE stop saying that. I then proceeded to thread my tongue with one of those sharp bones which involved the whole family going into the bathroom to help me remove the aforementioned weapon...I mean bone.
So why didn't I just make salmon after all....
