Friday, November 26, 2010

for the love of herring



Well I can't say I'm the most tolerant of cold weather, but the Dane in me has certainly revealed herself in my new-found love of pickled, salted and cured fish. Sue thought I should test my Danish roots with something very traditional but risky to my foreign tongue—  cured herring and dark bread with capers and a curry mayonnaise. We discussed at length whether I should order the herring or play it safe with a chicken salad, but I was in Denmark, and if the Danes eat pickled or marinated herring, then I too, would eat pickled or marinated herring.

"Are you sure?" She asked with a raised brow. "You might not like it!"
I was warned, but something inside me told me I would love it— so I ordered the mysterious fish dish anyway.



What can I say? I devoured every single bit with great joy, and began plotting ways of recreating it back in Istanbul. I couldn't wait to tell my grandad that I love herring too.

2 comments:

rowlandjones said...

For the love of herring!! I visited Denmark a few years ago, to visit a musician friend who I had not seen for some years - 15 maybe 20 - we spent four days on Bornholm playing music, drinking beer, and inevitably eating herring... which despite my trepidation, I REALLY enjoyed. I found your blog via 'skine art. It's great blog - genuinely interesting and suffused with energy and enthusiasm. Complimenti!

szaza said...

Thank you so much!
It sounds like you had a marvellous time— I'm really happy you're enjoying the blog.

Have a wonderful new year!