The MM arrived home from a rugby match yesterday with a bag containing this trout, caught by his rugby chum's ten-year-old son, Will. I measured it for the record book, as Will has a very vivid imagination and I just know what the conversation is going to be on his next visit!
I was gutting and cleaning the trout, in preparation for today's lunch, when The Food Programme came on the radio, the day's topic being fish. Busy cutting off fins, head and tail and removing all the bones, I was just a little annoyed to hear that we have lost the art of handling, preparing and cooking fresh fish. Opportunity is all that we lack. Ten years ago we had two fishmongers in the village and now we have none - and we are only 3 miles inland! A combination of fishing restrictions and supermarket monopolies has put many local fisheries out of business.
I meant to take a picture of the cooked trout but the MM and his mother wouldn't wait! This is all that remains of our fishy feast, served with a very nice South African Chardonnay. It was good.
Just in case you want to know how to follow that - local rhubarb made into a crumble and served with Devonshire cream. Of course.