I was so excited about my sea bass fillets last night, so you can imagine my disappointment when Annie gave me my dinner bowl and I saw nothing but familiar flakes of frozen, microwaved coley, complete with unappetising grey bits. I looked at her and mewed in a questioning tone, suggesting politely that she'd made a mistake, but no, the sea bass stayed in the fridge. So presumably I'll get it tonight. Hurrah!
Their own dinner looked and smelled great. They started with asparagus, which I'm not fond of because it makes my pee smell funny, but it's still the season down in Worcestershire so they're eating it often at the moment. Then came a paellera filled with the fideos and sweet, fresh langoustines, or cigallas as they're known in Spanish. I sneaked a lick of the pan when they'd finished and the stock was delicious. If I remember rightly, Martin made it about a month ago from the heads and skeletons of a couple of black-headed bream and stuck it in the freezer. They also had a salad made with one of the kohl rabbi things, sliced into shavings with a potato peeler. I think they liked it, but I can't see them putting it on the shopping list on a weekly basis.
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