Photo courtesy of Florigo web site
The Cove has been a regular feature in our family life for the past four years. I've been in there on a Thursday tea time, more or less without fail, for that long. Thursdays is fish & chip night in our house. John, the owner, has had it for three and a half years. When I told him of my recent predicament he offered me a job. Now that's what I call customer service!
I'm merely a beginner with a lot to learn, but I can now proudly add 'frying fish' in a five star chippy to my culinary heritage. It all started with learning how to cook my granddad's delicious soups, "plenty of pearl barley boy", he'd say in his soft Kentish accent. Not long after that I graduated to my mother's Tatws Pum Munud, a traditional Welsh dish of potatoes, onion & bacon cooked in gravy. By the time I sat CSE Home Economics, deep fried egg & chips seemed a natural progression. I'll never forget the look on Mrs Walker's face when I told what I was doing for the final exam. I failed! Still It wasn't wasted, I could cook her a lovely haddock if she ever dropped into the Cove!