I love all fish and shell fish. I relished fresh eels in Berlin, none of that jellied cockney rubbish, and enjoyed Dourade in a beach hut in Essouira. We have a guy with a van who visits our local market each week: he has a wide range of stuff from the east coast.
When I was a kid, M/cr had loads of MacFisheries, the retailer, but they seem to have all gone now. Our waters teem with herring which Russian factory ships hoover up and Spanish trawlers used to nick all the Hake from the Irish box having bought the licenses of our fishermen. Madness. Not sure what Brexit did to that. Some areas of the Atlantic which were bereft of cod have made a comeback thanks to US fishing bans, so there is always hope. New Zealand gave ownership of its fish to the fishermen who have successfully launched preservation rules to protect their families’ future. British gov, take note.
Vote for the Fish party.
PS 1. Sardines on toast with Indian pickled lime is gorgeous.
2. Try boiling up some rhubarb (minimal water) with a touch of orange juice, sieve off the juice and use on trout. Promise you, I am not bonkers.