Come lunch time today, the rumblings of my tummy signals fish. The choice of the day then is vinegar fish. This is another of the numerous dishes that my late grandmother used to cook, crispy fried fish in yellow tangy sweet, sour and spicy sauce. With fingers crossed that the mackerel found here is not vastly different from the spanish mackerel from home, into the car I jumped and off to purchase my fish.
The verdict, the mackerel worked perfectly fine and the lunch I had was comfortingly filled with memories of my late grandmother.
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