|The fish can’t counter|
While communications interruptus was playing havoc with my karma I decided to take the boys to visit our brand new, enormous and very shiny Tesco.
See how inventive I get when it comes to entertaining my children – Supernanny etc eat your organised hearts out.
Tesco Port Glasgow is indeed huge and very full of things. How we frolicked up and down the aisles.. to the fish counter.
I wanted to get some Monkfish to have a go at reproducing the loveliness Rod created the previous weekend.
The conversation went like this:
“Have you got any monkfish?”
“Oh. Look. You do. It says so on that label there beside the monkfish. There.”
“That’s not monkfish.”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s whole sole.”
“But it looks like monkfish and it’s beside the monkfish label.”
“It isn’t though. I’ve only been on since lunchtime.”
“Oh. Well. Can I have some of that fish there that looks like monkfish, but is in fact sole?”
“Yes. That’ll be £4 a kilo.”
“Really? In that case can I have all your sole that looks like monkfish please?”
So I sealed some of it in olive oil then stuck it in the oven with some balsamic vinegar over it. I boiled some new potatoes and stuck them in with the fish. Served with baked beetroot, steamed bokchoy and homemade garlic mayo.