On our last day in Ireland we caught about twelve mackerel. I smoked most of them and once they had cooled wrapped them in foil and put them in the back of the fridge. I remembered to pack them the next morning and they came back with us on the ferry to Holyhead. We got back to Birkenhead about five in the afternoon and that evening we had a takeaway curry.
Monday was first day back at work and the first shower for a week washing away the rust off an Irish tan and then back to an office and the slow grind of a computer screen.
That evening I cooked another kedgeree. It was not as good as the one we ate on the beach one evening in Ireland sat around a fire, food always taste better like, but it wasn’t bad and there was not much left at the end of the meal.
The mackerel had survived the journey. Unwrapping it from the foil and peeling the skin off the fillets brought home how much oil there is the fish.
We won’t be having mackerel again until next summer.
Whilst we ate we listened to the new James Yorkston. Some of us have been waiting almost ten years for Ella Guru to make a new record. This maybe the closest we will get. Kath with Rhodes could be the track of the year – a softly spoken wooze of a song.