A beautiful fish

A few years ago now I wrote somewhere that a red mullet is such a beautiful fish you should only cook it for someone you love.

We had it this evening.

They caught my eye as soon as I got to Wards this morning. My mind had been set on something cheap and cheerful and I had been hoping for gurnard But there were none left. Instead there half a dozen or so red mullet giving off with their colour a halfway mixture between pink and gold.

I bought three of them.

They were cooked in a hot oven on top of a sliced tomato with olive oil and garlic.

We ate them with potatoes fried with spring onions and more garlic.

And very good they were.