Friday, November 26, 2010
for the love of herring
Well I can't say I'm the most tolerant of cold weather, but the Dane in me has certainly revealed herself in my new-found love of pickled, salted and cured fish. Sue thought I should test my Danish roots with something very traditional but risky to my foreign tongue— cured herring and dark bread with capers and a curry mayonnaise. We discussed at length whether I should order the herring or play it safe with a chicken salad, but I was in Denmark, and if the Danes eat pickled or marinated herring, then I too, would eat pickled or marinated herring.
"Are you sure?" She asked with a raised brow. "You might not like it!"
I was warned, but something inside me told me I would love it— so I ordered the mysterious fish dish anyway.
What can I say? I devoured every single bit with great joy, and began plotting ways of recreating it back in Istanbul. I couldn't wait to tell my grandad that I love herring too.