Because I'm beginning to feel ever so slightly better I've just put a liver and bacon casserole in the oven for Himselfs supper. But it had nasty little white pipes in it...I know they are only part and parcel of a liver after all, but I cannot bear the horrid little things...so I cut them out with the kitchen scissors and shuddered while doing so...the only way I can handle liver is to smother it in flour actually 'cos it must be one of the very worst foods for a vegetarian to handle. Don't have to look at the blood that way.
Himself isn't sufficiently far advanced enough in his cooking to tackle making it for himself...but he will be.
Notice I said Himself and cooking in the same sentence? Things have begun to change you see...remember not so long ago I was pleading for advice because he refused point blank to cook...now he'll open packets...read the directions...and even remember to warm the plates. We've been eating frozen food since I came out of hospital and taking it in turns...so every other evening, he gets the supper. Not actual frozen plated meals...we haven't reached those depths yet...but fish and veggie burgers and so on. Last night we had prawns in a sweet chilli sauce with egg fried rice and it was delicious...he still won't eat noodles but that's a minor problem.
Everytime we have prawns I recall daughter-in-law...she who bathes naked in icy cold Swedish lakes...that one...she won't eat prawns 'cos they eat rubbish from the sea-bed...woodlice of the oceans, she calls them. But I love them...especially the prawn balls from our local Chinese which are cooked in an incredibly light crispy batter...
Though I have to confess to being wary of proper fish...the kind with eyes and so on...never entirely sure what to do with it and I have a horror of fish bones so tend towards the white fish sold frozen in a neat and tidy box.
Our supermarket has a good range actually...of fishy stuff, and so it ought when we are so close to the ocean and fishing fleets...but they still sell farmed salmon. They have a rather exotic display cabinet for fresh mussels sometimes...it looks like one of those machines you used to see in amusement arcades where you had to fish (unintended!) for a soft toy...but it's full of ice and has streams of water endlessly moving from top to bottom...with a heap of mussels on top of the ice. Never tried mussels...the inside edible part looks too much like mucus to make my mouth water...
One of the best ways to identify the ancient crannogs in the Loughs is to look for the heap of fresh water mussel shells which the occupants of the crannogs used to eat in vast amounts...they piled them up near to the fire-pits used for cooking everything from wild boar to shellfish. And those heaps are still there today.
Wonder if they made a sauce from wild garlic and thyme to go with the mussels they ate? Might well have done...