I just made a super-good batch of fish and chips. I know this shouldn't make me so ridiculously happy, but it does. Seeing as it's my time of the month, it's the change of season, and I had a severe migraine and flu-like symptoms at the end of this week, any victory, even a simple culinary one, is cause for celebration. Especially now that I'm feeling human again.
I got the recipe from my mom, who got it from a British friend of hers 30-some years ago. I used wild salmon and organic sweet potatoes, and fried them in organic canola oil, so it was even healthy too, and it still tasted yummy. Heh heh, if my writing career fails, I could always open a fish-and-chip/tea shop.
I don't know where the craving for it came from, though I suspect watching a Kenneth Branagh film (How to Kill Your Neighbor's Dog) and some Avengers DVDs had something to do with it (where's a John Steed when you need one?). Or perhaps my British ancestors are trying to get in touch with me. Whatever it is, I need to use this recipe more often. Mom says you can also use perch or cod for the fish. Now if I can just figure out a gluten-free version of Yorkshire pudding and popovers - I can't get them to rise properly with gluten-free flour, damn it.
On another note, I've been conditionally accepted for an MFA program in creative writing, and the admissions people have been extra nice and very responsive to my questions. They're just waiting for my transcripts and my writing portfolio for full acceptance.
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