9 October 2007
The continuing story of the hunter, gatherer
particular delicacy, these are crayfish from the river. There are a number of different varieties, including;
T caught them the other day and they have been skulking in the freezer since then, waiting for me to deal with them. Personally, I like my crayfish shelled, heads and innards removed. T prefers to throw them in the pot and eat them as they are, in a 'nice broth', which he swears is, 'good for the body'.
When I summon up the enthusiasm to clean them, we will probably make fishcakes, see previous post Fishcake for the recipe, replacing titiree with the crayfish.
The reason the task of cooking and cleaning falls to me, follows the memorable occasion when T decided to 'treat' me to 'crayfishcakes,' as a surprise for when I came home from work.
I was a little dubious but delighted, when my plate was put in front of me, and there were perfectly cooked fishcakes, with no evidence of legs or whiskers. It was only upon biting into one, accompanied by a resounding audible crunch, that it became apparent that T had solved the arduous cleaning task by placing the whole lot in the blender.