Tonight for dinner we had crumbed fillets of fish. George got to have his whole snapper the other night, and today's dinner was my turn to indulge and eat fresh crumbed fish.
But one dilemma I always have when crumbing the fish. No matter how hard I try, I always have insufficient crumbs and/or an over abundance of flour left on the plate. Now if any of you are used to crumbing, you will know that once you start this mission there is no going back. You are left with huge globs of sticky crumbs on your fingers and under your nails. And you can guarantee that when you run out of crumbs, there isn't another human in sight to get some more dry crumbs for you from the pantry. Only Minnie is at your feet and she doesn't want to help unless it means there is a reward for her!! So you have to wash your hands, dry them off and get more crumbs - all for the sake of one or two fillets of fish. However, without fail everytime there is always more then enough flour left on the plate, that gets consigned to the rubbish bin.
One of life's mysteries - maybe one day I will write about the Case Of The Missing Sock. They go into the washing machine only for one to never return. That is another blog however, and here are my crumbing efforts, all crumbed and ready to go in the frying pan.
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