Up to your waist in mackerel

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‘Feck. Did you know once, once there was a man who set himself the task of counting the stripes on a mackerel’s back.’

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We both drank at our pints.

‘Jimmy Carroll he told me the story and showed me the paper this man wrote. His grandfather, James Carroll, was a fish merchant in Kinsale on Fisher Street and he had a shop on The Pier, and the man wrote to him letters asking questions about the fish that he sold. The man, Walter Garstang, if there is such a name was a professor and a fellow of some sort, a college, in Oxford.

‘Back then the men would catch mackerel by dropping rocks in the water. They’d take two boats out and one of those boats would have a net in and the other would be filled with pieces of stone and there would be six men in each boat…

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Waiting for the mackerel to come

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He looked out over the Bay and let it wash over him. It was the first day the sun had been out since a day back in November and all the days of wind, rain and disturbance seemed to dissolve behind him in the rush of light that came in off the water. He took it all in, breathing slowly.

He put his hand in his pocket and his fingers played with the loose change the coins rolling over each other. There was some expectation there, money to spend and things to do. He could start to put behind him some of the day to day mire and think about days in the sun.

There was a voice beside him ‘Feck it’s not the sun that you need but an hour catching fish and then some time listening to feck all being said in the pub.’

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An aubergine tian

Unusually there hasn’t been much cooking this weekend and I am starting to get twitchy.

We had a takeaway on Friday night and were then asked out for dinner last night at the last minute and the fondue I was planning was left until next weekend and later this afternoon we are going for a planned lunch out.

To keep my fingers busy I have made an aubergine tian to eat tomorrow. Whilst that cooked I made a trip to the tip and continued to clear out rubbish from the basement.

No more stray bottles of beer were found but I did come across various items of beer making equipment left over from last time I thought I would try and make some beer at home about 12 years ago. I will have to use it next time I make up a barrel.

The current brew is doing well and will be decanted over the next few days for the final stage of fermentation so it is ready for drinking in a couple of days time.

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There were a couple of evenings last week when I put my nose under the lid and the beer seemed to be bubbling up like some white monster ready to spill up out of the barrel and take over the basement.

 

 

 

 

 

A beer themed day

It wasn’t a resolution as such but since the New Year I have been trying to empty out from the basement at least one black bin bag of rubbish each weekend. I managed two bin bags today and four or five weeks after first starting I am still coming across empty plastic cups left over from one or other of the kids parties that have been had down. If there are any surprises it has been perhaps the lack of empty vodka bottles.

What I did come across was a grand bottle of Collector’s Edition 2011 Big Chouffe. Having found it I was expecting it to be a few years past its use by date but I was in luck – consume by the end of 2014. Well if it has been in the bottle for four years a couple of months extra is not going to make too much difference.

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It seemed like a good excuse to make it a beer themed day.

There has been a book on Belgium cooking lurking round the house for a year or so now and I have still not cooked anything from it. Here was a good opportunity to make a beef stew with beer.

Two pounds of stewing steak cut up into bite sized chunks dredged through some flour and then fried in plenty of butter.

Once the beef was browned it was put to one side and I fried off some chopped onions in the same pan scraping away the brown residue of flour on the bottom of the pan so it didn’t burn.

For beer I had been hoping to pick up some Leffe Brune but all they had was the Blonde so that was pressed into service. As the onions started to brown the beer was poured in and beef returned the pan. Once it was bubbling nicely I turned it down to a simmer and there it has been for the last hour so. Shortly before eating it I will stir in a table spoon of red wine vinegar and some red currant jelly.

We should have it with chips but it will be roast potatoes instead.

Whilst the stew was bubbling away I made up another forty pints of beer and that it now sat in the basement and should be ready in three weeks time.

We have been listening to Pylon – nervy dancey early 1980’s New Wave from Athens, Georgia. Nothing to do with beer.