Smoked Haddock Croquettes

Last Saturday we had lunch in the Wright Brother’s fish restaurant in Spitafields. There was more eating (and drinking) to be done later in the afternoon so lunch was light. Some of us had Smoked Haddock Croquettes and there were so good I thought I might have go doing them at home.

They came out very well and all got eaten. And whilst there were some sticky fingers during the assembly process they were easy to make. I think the secret may be to try and make sure you end up using slightly more potato than fish.

The haddock was bought this morning from Wards. I weighed it out and then weighed up the potatoes making sure there was one to many.

The potatoes were boiled until they were soft enough to me mashed. In the meantime I cooked the haddock in hot milk until it just started to flake, finely chopped some parsley and laid out the assembly line – plain flour, egg and breadcrumbs.

Once the potatoes were cooked I mashed them with a smudge of butter and gave them five minutes of reading the paper time to cool down. They were then mixed with the flaked haddock and some of the milk it had cooked in, the chopped parsley, plenty of salt and pepper and a small teaspoonful of Colman’s English Mustard.

This mixture was then shaped into croquettes and taken through the assembly line; rolled in flour, dipped in egg and covered in breadcrumbs.

Once they were all done oil was heated in a pan until hot enough to make a breadcrumb sizzle and in went the croquettes until they were cooked through and crisp.

We had them with green beans and soft boiled eggs.

 

Probe Records

I took some records down to London with me last weekend. They were due for onward transmission to Brighton where a new record player had been acquired and was sat in a kitchen waiting for something to be played on it.

The records had been extracted from the few thousand that reside in the attic. Over the years a number of collections have been passed on to me and I had been able to fillet out a few duplicates that would not be missed too much.

They were a motley collection and had amongst them a Liza Minelli live album, Making Movies by Dire Straits, a couple of Talking Heads albums and Ian Drury’s New Boots & Panties.

To get them down to London I used an old bag from Probe Records and took a silent bet with myself as to whether it would get a comment as it spent a day travelling around London.

I won.

We were on the Tube heading towards Liverpool Street when the man sat opposite cocked an eye at the bag and asked, “Is Probe Records still going?”

I was able to reassure him that it was still going strong. It transpired that the last time he had been there Pete Burns and his hair was still working behind the counter insulting the customers on Mathew Street.

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A long (but good) weekend

That has been a long weekend.

Saturday was spent travelling to London, looking at art and eating oysters all before drinking beer and eating ribs and then dancing until the early hours of the morning to Prince and other collected disco greats.

The art including our tramping along a walk given over to Princess Diana and being given the opportunity to admire a rack of red shoes.

Perhaps not surprisingly Sunday was spent on recovery and travelling back up north.

The Bank Holiday Monday started with me discovering what the squirrels had done with some of the tulip bulbs they dug up from the couple of dozen I planted under the apple tree. There is a perfect tulip growing in the moss and detritus that lives on the garage roof. It is just a pity that the only place it can be seen is the loo.

Elsewhere the garden is still full of bluebells and I spent some of the afternoon planting out the veg patch. There is now a mixture of salad, artichokes and beetroot out there about to sacrifice themselves up as food for the pigeons.

Food has been lamb burgers with pistachio nuts, tomato salad and good flat bread.