Fish & Chips Time

It is Friday, thus fish Friday, therefore time for fish and chips. Although ironically enough I did not have fish and chips tonight. This picture was taken a few weeks ago. During Lent, I had fish and chips every week or so. I thought I'd be saturated, and I was... Until now. I am really hungry for them again, the quintessential comfort food. You can have fish and chips in pubs and restaurants, but I prefer them from a chips bar like this one, with lots of malt vinegar. Talking of malt vinegar this is what I answered to the woman at the till when she asked how much of it I wanted on my cod: "As long as it can swim in it, I'm happy." I think this deserves to be a great unknown line. Anyway, I encourage everyone to eat fish and chips, Friday or any other day.

Fish & Chips Friday

It happens to me from time to time, it happened recently: I had a huge crave for fish and chips. It was satisfied yesterday, as we went to the best fish and chips shop in town (there are only two, actually) and I bought this meal for myself. On Friday, it is fitting to have fish and chips. It was delicious, but lacking in malt vinegar. A shame: I specifically asked to pour an ocean of malt vinegar on the dish. After all, you can't drown a fish, especially not when it has been deep fried like this one. And you need the malt vinegar to unclog your arteries with all the fat you eat in a portion like this one. Well, that is my rationale regarding it anyway.

So my fish and chips craving has been satisfied again, in spite of the disappointment regarding the condiment. It should not reappear for a few weeks. With any luck I will only crave fish and chips during our stay in York, where apparently, from what I once heard/read they make the best fish and chips of the country. I will try to have them on a Friday, just because it is fitting.

The fish & chips craving satisfied

I had been craving fish and chips for a while, I finally gave in last Saturday. This is not from the usual fish and chips shop I buy it, but it is in the same town. The shop I used last time was further away (the one I go to usually is about five minutes form home), but I had been curious about it for a while. It is a much cleaner, but they don't pour quite enough malt vinegar on it. The meal is certainly salty enough though. So this is what I had for dinner last Saturday, it filled me up, clogged my arteries and more importantly satisfied my craving. Next time I will eat fish and chips, it will most likely be in Devon. Because I want to try near the sea, where the fish is daily fresh and at its best. It will be one of my holiday treats.

Friday treats

I thought I would write another Friday treat post. I think the last time was in May. I haven't done one in a while and I treat myself a lot this Friday. Well, there was the usual sandwich treat for lunch, but for supper I had fish and chips from the local fish shop. You can see the picture of the feast on the right. Greasy? Absolutely! It has enough fat and salt to clog my arteries for decades to come. But it was nevertheless delicious. It was all ready for me when I got in the shop. I told the guy to pour loads of malt vinegar on them (I love malt vinegar). I told him: "Pour galons of it, you cannot drown a fish". He replied: "Well, I can still try". I think they are both great unknown lines that need to be immortalised here. I ate this really quickly, as if I was starving. I was only hungry. But there is something about fish and chips. Grease, salt, vinegar. The perfect comfort food for a Friday night.

Malt vinegar and kindness

Tonight, I could blog about the Olympics, about the opening ceremony more precisely, or about Mitt Romney's blunder(s) about the Olympics, which gave me a strong feeling of Schadenfreude when I read about it this week (I cannot stand this imbecile). I will blog about neither. Because today is Friday, and for some reason it remembered the Fridays of my former job in a school, three years ago already. I quickly hated this job, the pettiness of many members of the staff, the clicquee attitude of said staff, well pretty much everything really. It put me off teaching, at this level at least. I felt overworked, underpaid, underappreciated and I hate the arrogance of those people.

But there were a few colleagues I actually appreciated. One of them was a grandmother who was a teaching assistant (I mentioned her before, when I posted about my religious lesson). At every Friday, there was fish and chips for lunch. We had the choice between beans or green peas to go on the side. Of course the fish was not great, but it was good enough as a treat, after a long week.But there was no condiment, no tartar sauce or malt vinegar. I love fish and chips with an unhealthy dose of malt vinegar. I mentioned it once, while I was queing for my meal, that it would be perfect, if only there was a nice pint of ale and some malt vinegar to go with it. The very next week, she had brought a little vial of malt vinegar, which she gave to me. She said she always brought some for herself. This was a gratuitious act of kindness and I never forgotten it. I forgot her name, sadly and I feel somewhat ashamed about it. I really disliked my time there, I disliked many people there, however I will never forget that there were good people in this school that made my time there bearable. I will never forget the malt vinegar.