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Fishes of the Sea - LBC Post

I'll say this for Magpie, our LBC member who thought up the topic for this post.  He always has me staring at a blank screen.  Forever.  I find it very difficult to write about his topics.  But that's okay.  I like a challenge.

The first thought that came to my mind when I saw this topic was a rhyme we used to say when we were kids if we wanted to be picked for something - usually to be 'it' in a game.

Flowers in the garden
Fishes in the sea
If you want to pick one
Please pick me

Useless in this case.  The title is 'fishes of' not 'fishes in', dammit!

I come from Dublin, a city which is situated beside the sea.  Quite unlike inland Lucknow, in north India, which is my present home.  Being from a seaside city, I should be fond of seafood.  Right?  Wrong!  When it comes to seafood, I'm a fish finger person all the way.  I like my fish to resemble fish as little as possible.

When I was a little 'un, my father used to bring us to the seaside every year for a two week holiday next to the beach.  I have a very early memory of going on a cockle and mussel picking expedition with friend.  I found the black winkles fascinating.  I didn't think they were so fascinating when I watched my grown up friends insert pins in the winkle shells, withdraw the inhabitants and proceed to eat them raw.  The poor winkles were eaten alive.

The white shelled cockles and blue shelled mussels fared a little better.  These shelled fish were boiled in the kitchen and their shells opened automatically as far as I remember.  When invited to eat them, I declined.  They looked interesting, but looking was all that I was interested in.

You're not supposed to be a Dubliner and not like cockles and mussels.  The Molly Malone song with it's catchy 'cockles and mussels alive alive o' verse would have you believe it.  But it's the alive, alive o bit that bothered me.  How can you buy an animal and bring it home and eat it?  No thanks.

But as I mentioned earlier, I love fish fingers.  I love smoked cod and chips on a Friday evening.  Well, I did love it before I married a vegetarian and went to live in an Indian vegetarian home.

But keep those cockles and mussels far away from me!

This is the weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium.  We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on the same topic.  We are, in alphabetical order, DeliriousRummuser,  GrannymarMagpieMaria SFocdwriterPadmumPaul,Rohit , The Old Fossil and Will.  If you have time, please visit my friends too.  This topic 'Fishes of the Sea' was suggested by Magpie.  

Comments

  1. I love your reminescences about Ireland and how you juxtapose them into your current life.

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  2. I used to have the same attitude to fish - that it was ok as long as it didn't resemble fish.
    But my attitude has changed - to fish and new things in general - though I think it took me to leave Ireland for it to happen.

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  3. @padmum - thank you so much. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

    @blackwatertown - I know what you mean. It hasn't happened to me yet though - my attitude to fish, I mean.

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  4. In New Zealand you are never far from the sea...so there is a lot of fish to be had, as long as trawlers from other parts of the world do not overfish the stocks.

    I agree with padmum about your reminiscences

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  5. I remember that rhyme from my childhood days. Perhaps the 'fish on Fridays' had something to do with my childhood dislike of fish. As I grew older I loved to go to Howth on a Thursday night and but fish straight off the boats. It never lasted until Friday - we brought it home and cooked it for supper!

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  6. Your story warms my cockles of my heart. I hope that you don't eat them.

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  7. Hi Maria,

    I get to 'see' Ireland through your eyes! I've read many books set in Dublin, but you make it so much nearer.

    What you doing for holi?

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  8. Hello Maria!

    After watching a mermaid movie, evryone at my home are squeamish now!

    Great post!

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