A New Take On An Old Favourite
I cook fish with beans and peas quite regularly, using Lindsey Bareham’s recipe. Tonight I gave it a new twist to make it easier. I first assembled and prepared all the ingredients.
Ingredients
Note that instead of using a lemon, which I often forget, I’m using Carluccio’s olive oil with lemon. A small pack of beans are trimmed and halved, the fish is laid flat in a dish and enough peas to fill a mug are taken from the freezer.
The fish is then sprayed with a couple of tablespoons of the olive oil and then put in an oven at 200 °C for 10-12 minutes. The beans are put in boiling water for a couple of minutes and then the peas are added. It’s probably better to taste them to get them right, but I’ve done this so many times, I just use my eyes. In fact, when I need green vegetables I cook a few this way.
You then serve the fish on a bed of the vegetables.
Fish With Beans and Peas
It tasted very good with Carluccio’s oil.
The great thing about this recipe, is that all you need to buy is the fish and the beans, if like me you keep the peas in the freezer.
I should say that I’ve served it for a lady a couple of times and they’ve been impressed. One even did the washing up!
But even the washing up is minimal with this dish.
Poor Signage At Greenwich
I had intended to get to Deptford, by using the DLR to Greenwich and then changing. It sounds easy, except that the signage at Greenwich wasn’t the best.
In the end I made it, but I just missed one train and had to wait fifteen minutes for the next.
Storm Over A Sperm Donation
This article in the Daily Mail reminds me of one of C’s cases.
She was doing the divorce of a rather nice man, whose ex-wife was an absolute meadow-lady. A meadow-lady was a term from my mother-in-law, which should be self-explanatory.
The ex-wife was ranting and raving about what happened to her ex-husband’s redundancy. So she asked her client and he said that he’d spent it on a reverse-vasectomy. He’d originally had the operation on his wife’s orders, as she didn’t want any kids.
His new wife, who like her husband was rather sensible was now pregnant and in court, you’d have needed a chain saw to cut the atmosphere.
It was certainly a story that C repeated many times.
A Bad Day On The Office
Or at least a pair of shoes from Office.
I hope she had a good limp home. The two parts were on either side of a pedestrian crossing.
Upper Street Was Quiet
I know, it’s a bank holiday, but Upper Street was unusually quiet.
Upper Street Was Quiet
You couldn’t say Carluccio’s or Waitrose were busy either.
And now it’s started raining.
As I’ve said many times before, when I become the dictator, bank holidays will be the first thing to get banned.
The Price Of Postage Has Just Risen
I posted a letter this morning and if the cafe opposite had been open, I’d have bought a cappuccino.
The Price Of Postage Has Just Risen
They’re either shut, as it’s a bank holiday, or they haven’t got up yet!
The Price Of Wheat
The BBC is reporting that the price of wheat is going up, due to the bad weather.
Do I care?
Not really! As wheat and its dreaded gluten are a poison to me.
God Gives Her Verdict On Romney
It would appear that God is throwing everything she can at Tampa to try to stop the Republican Convention picking Mormon Mitt as their Presidential candidate. Read all about it here.
Rangers Get To Play Football In England
This is how the BBC put it in a long article.
Rangers’ old ambition to play league football in England was realised in circumstances they would not have imagined until the club’s summer of financial turmoil.
As they crossed the border to sun-kissed Shielfield Park, memories in the capacity crowd returned to that famous victory in 1967, when the Wee Rangers caused one of the biggest shocks in Scottish Cup history with a 1-0 victory over the men from Ibrox.
Rangers only drew and now are fourth in the Scottish Third Division.
Just thinking, but have Rangers paid their tax bill yet?
My Son Gets In The Times Again!
I had a letter published in The Times today about the birth of our first son, as Neil Armstrong set off for the moon.
Sir, My late wife gave birth to our first son on July 16, 1969, in the Middlesex Hospital in London, as the astronauts left for the Moon.
From the time of his birth until the Eagle landed, no babies were born in the hospital. Perhaps mothers had something more important on their mind. But after the successful landing, all hell broke loose and there were babies everywhere.
The compositors in The Times may have been in a similar emotional state, as our son’s birth announcement was out of order.
I’ve never seen another birth announcement out of order. But then there were two editions of the paper that night; one said they’d landed and the other said they’d walked on the moon.
The Anonymous Widower 