I was digging around in the freezer yesterday looking for something to take out for supper when I found a tub of manx kipper pate.
We had obviously bought it some time last year from the yellow sticker shelf in the supermarket and then forgot it was there.
Spread thickly on slices of locally baked sourdough seeded bread it was a very satisfying lunch.
Even now, hours later, it is still making its presence felt.
You mean the odour, a tummy upset or romantic Peregrine has used the last of the kipper pâté in place of coconut massage oil?ReplyDelete
Hmm, that would be an interesting way to use it up.Delete
However, I meant to convey how the rather intense flavour lingers for a very long time.
I shall need a glass or two of something to overcome it.
Try Adam's ale.Delete
This cheered my day considerably - both YP's comment and your reply.ReplyDelete
Who would have thought that kippers would raise a smile? xxDelete
Hmmm sounds like the sort of thing I would enjoy on a slice of bread. I can also imagine the way it lingers to enjoy all day longReplyDelete
I don't suppose you have kippers, or smoked herring over there? It used to be a diet staple here, herring and tatties, before the fish stocks were wiped out by over fishing. Our herring now come from Norway but are smoked just down the road in Peel.Delete
There once was a Victorian fish killer called Jack the Kipper apparently. He supported Queen Shark Rangers and kept all his money in the river bank! I am going reading the Beano for more jokes.ReplyDelete
Ha! Keep 'em coming 😁Delete
My fave is smoked mackerel. Think I might have some in the freezer - must go have a hunt!ReplyDelete
I hope you find it!Delete