i made dinner for my mum and myself last night. pan-fried ocean trout on mashed pea-potato, with beansprouts in a mirin-soy-sesame dressing.
confoundingly, the last few of times i bought trout or salmon, the pieces of fish came sans skin. where did the skin go? did the fishmongers think they were doing me a favour? did they sell the skin to those nori roll places that do the fried skin and mayonnaise maki?
[ momentary lapse in blogging as i salivate and think about a salmon skin maki ]
did they save it for themselves so they could prance around at home draped in nothing but fish skin?
it’s just, peppered and salted and fried… well you know. and i can’t even continue.
so. eating the crisp, raw beansprouts last night made me reminisce about the stir-fried beansprouts we used to have at home, while growing up. they were cooked until transparent and limp, and tasting faintly of, dare i say it, rancid water. the saving grace was the bits of salted fish tossed in. all those plates of dinnertime flaccid turned me off beansprouts for years and years. such a pity.