Each time I go to the Fish Markets I swear I will never go again. Not just because it takes forever to turn into the markets and then another age to find a parking spot and the slow crawl to get out, but because I never seem to be able to leave without spending a small fortune on too many fishes.
I go with the sole intent (no pun intended) of just purchasing what I came for. But inevitably I see gorgeous produce and my mind starts turning: the mulloway would be perfect for a carpaccio with blood orange and fennel; scallops marinated Japanese style and served on a bed of julienned cucumber and topped with thin strips of nori and toasted sesame seed. And sardines. I can’t seem to go by these. They’re perfect crumbed in a mixture of panko breadcrumbs, chopped garlic, chilli, and whatever herbs are on hand and then quickly pan fired. And before I know it, I’ve come away with enough seafood for a feast. Happily, I only buy small quantities and we get to enjoy a series of lovely little dishes. So despite the extravagance, it actually serves the purpose of fulfilling a number of needs: thinking about food, shopping for food, preparing food and finally, best of all, eating fabulous food.