….a cup of ale without a wench, why, alas, ’tis like an egg without salt or a red herring without mustard.”
Thomas Lodge and Robert Greene A Looking Glasse, for London and Englande (1592)
Which I found quoted in
I love mystery novels. I read this one last week.
This week I’m reading a memoir: “Shucked”
It was also Herring Fest weekend at the Plimoth Grist Mill at Jenney Pond.
The film was very good – and I’m not just saying that. Frankly, most of these sorts of things are not usually described in terms of cinema, but rather as the sort of thing that is accurate or complete or not a complete and total snooze…this was beautiful, thoughtful, provocative…I seriously want to see the full 6 hour series.
And although I appreciate the place of herring in the Natural World, I just don’t like them all that much on my plate.
I don’t mind anchovies…the all natural little dose of fish. Please rinse the salt off before you put them on top of that pizza.
I also love mackerel.
But herring I could take or leave…mostly leave.
Smoked fish – like finnan haddie – take.
Red Herring – smoked and salted – probably take
but herring, fresh and sweet?
Not so much. Since the moratorium on river herring continues, just as well.
It’s probably not coincidence that when the herring are running I eat more tuna salad, fish and chips, anchovy pizza then at any other time of the year. And wish I had a Donegal tweed jacket to toss on on my way over to the brook….