This Easter I spent a lot of time thinking about traditions and rituals of both other cultures and my own. My Dad comes from a big catholic family. Fish on Fridays was something he grew up with. Just the other night he was telling me stories of cycling home after Alter Boys on a Friday night, having picked up fish and chips for tea, the hot newspaper-wrapped parcel firmly tucked under one arm. Although fasting was supposed to give one spiritual focus, he just appreciated the opportunity to enjoy a hot meal of fatty, salty, fried goodness!
With Easter now behind us, something a little lighter and less chocolate-like can only be a good thing. This is a simple yet delicious way of enjoying a fish dinner; I served it up with rice and roasted eggplant.