Fish does not taste like chicken and that is a problem for me.
Bud loves fish. I do not. As a matter of fact, it's taken me 3 years to actually be able to eat shrimp--but not any which way. I am particular with my shrimp. I never make fish for Bud, and I feel like a cruel person--it would be like someone never having chocolate when I visit their house. Sorta.
Anyway, I told Bud I would try try try to eat more fish. We bought a huge bag of frozen cod fillets since Bud decided the "mild" fish would probably be a good place for me to start. I made it a few weeks ago, and it was ok. I told Bud I can only eat fish if there is some kind of sauce to hide the fact that I am eating fish. It's all a mental game for me. Bring on the sauces! Bud, on the other hand, is quite content eating fish with just a bit of nothing on it. Ick.
So my last cod recipe expedition was making a bread crumb topping with melted butter and parmesan cheese mixed in--you put it on the fish and bake it. It tasted ok to me, and Bud liked it. I need a bit more jazz, I'm afraid. I resorted to eating tartar sauce, and I'm not a huge fan of that, either. Unless it's on a McDonald's fish fillet sandwich. Then I take the fish off and just eat the bun, cheese and tartar sauce. It's the same stuff they put on their Big Macs, I believe. It's tasty. Sorry. Regression to childhood Lenten torture.
Anyway. Tonight is another cod night. I am dithering between putting a pesto on the cod, or making a mayo/mustard topping for it. It all goes in the oven and bakes. I am missing tomato, so I may try the pesto gig another night. I'm thinking mayo/mustard is the way to go. Bud could have had an asparagus and shrimp risotto tonight, if he had known that was on my mind. Always another cod adventure around the corner...
So fish. I don't like you. I understand your benefits, but I still don't like you. I prefer a lovely steak. Or a chicken boob. I am interested in trying fish on the grill as soon as we see some Spring in our lives. I am going to try salmon with a teriyaki sauce on the grill. I think I could maybe eat that--very slowly, and in small bites.
I am even contemplating making my own beer batter and trying that out for a change. That may very well never cease to amaze Bud. The things we do for love.