Who remembers those little packets of cod in parsley sauce that you got in a small square plastic packet and banged in the microwave? They still make them but for me these take me back to being a small child, they were soft and easy to eat, the fist disguised by plenty of sauce – I was very fussy about fish when I was younger, a terrible thing when the majority of my Mother’s side of the family are from the island of Jersey and were brought up on fish caught by my great grandpa and then Uncle Great Uncle Clive. I liked how the sauce would seep in to the fluffy mound of mash potato as I mixed it around on my plate.
I went to university in Sheffield and lived there for 5 years, one day as I did my weekly shopping trip I came across these fishy delights in the frozen aisle. I put them straight in my trolley, and as I ate them one cold night I was transported back to the comfort of home.