lunes, 15 de febrero de 2010
I've got mussel fever, I've gone mussel mad. They're in season, and fatter and juicier than I've ever had them.
Each day off, I pop to my local fishmongers on Calle de la Espada, where fat fish are served by burly winking men, whilst the seafood section is run by petite girls that short-change you if you're not careful. Their mussels come from Galicia, fresher than fruit, sat proud on their ice.
Full of goodness, nutrients and taste, I'm cooking them up differently every day; with onions, leeks, cream and parsley one day, into a Thai-spiced coconut soup another. And when it seems like I'm overdoing it on the mussel front a little, I go for the clams, sautéed with organic chorizo and onions for a variation on a seafood theme.