Tuesday January 16, 2018
Memo to a Self
“Soak the fish in salty water”, Gramma says, dropping the cut up chunks of cod into the brine. “It should taste like the sea, or tears”. She laughs. She wheezes. She inhales her cigarette. “Add chopped shallots and garlic. Maybe a pinch of cayenne pepper. Put it in the fridge for hours, not a second more or less…” Her eyes twinkle.
“Really? It matters down to the second?” I ask.
“Absolutely!” She says.
I add the shallots, garlic and pepper. We cover the bowl and put it in the fridge.