Growing up, for years and years and years, I had a best friend who lived across the street from me.
When her family first moved to town her grandparents came too- and I loved them.
Her grandparents were awesome.
They introduced me to fried eggs, Bing Crosby, and- being from Ireland- all things Irish.
I spent a lot of time with my friend and her grandparents, and one of the things that sticks out in my memory is that they ate fish on Fridays.
More than 2 decades later I can't see a fish filet without thinking of them.
Weird. I know.
Anyway, I say all of that to say this- I made fish the other day. It reminded me of them.
Ok, not really, I know I'm really tangenting today, apologies!
So back to the fish I made...