In an effort to improve our diets, we want to start eating more fish. Katy bought some tuna steaks and some trout filets last night. The tuna was crusted in peppercorn and pan fried. The trout was poached in white wine and veggies. Maybe it was the trout filets themselves that were less than stellar, but the fish was full of bones (which really puts me off eating fish) and was less than stellar. The tuna was dead-on. I know that purists will frown at me for cooking it through, but it was yummy nonetheless, served with a mustard-based dipping sauce. I wanted to make a soy-ginger sauce, but couldn't find any fresh ginger. Next time. Tuna will be repeated. I might buy some swordfish and grill it in the same way. Tesco doesn't have any here, but I can get some from the Leicester fish market and freeze it. Note to self: might be worth it to do it with the tuna as well – it would probably be fresher there than in Cambs.
On a completely different note, I need to go to bed earlier. Katy is taking her revenge on me and staying up till midnight, which makes for a grumpy Richard that needs to get up at 7:30, especially after having a bunch of weird-assed dreams…