A Tale of Monkfish
- Lippy
- Aug 31, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Sep 22, 2023
Nathan Horner shares his cooking experience....
Post subjecting myself to what can only be described as quite literally an alarmingly forgettable
rack of lamb, which found itself served gestated in a thick cider cream sauce and misexecution,
the resulting penetrating throb of incompetence naturally inspired, as I’m sure it would for most
people, that I should go to the fish butchers or whatever it’s called and purchase a tail of
monkfish. The throb was further enhanced due to the confusion of dealing with kilos and paying
with cash at the fish mongers, however I went home to produce a dish that now in retrospect has
the title of ‘the best thing I have eaten this month… that I can remember’.
I began by frying some ginger, garlic and shallots in a little bit of olive oil, poured in a slightly more
than the appropriate amount of red wine, reduced, added single cream, lowered to a slightly less
than mild simmer and accidentally dropped in the monkfish, but not to worry. I allowed the
monkfish to poach in the liquid, and once the poaching had become the poached I dressed the
dish in some rose petals, which are potentially inedible and discovered I had created a perfectly
pink, perfectly cooked, possibly slightly toxic poached monkfish in red wine.
To be honest the phrase style over substance sprinted off the tongue like a violently required
verbal sorbet after eating, but the pretentiousness of using gimmicky rose petals and monkfish
instead of lobster because it’s cheaper gave it a memorable charm, much like an old 70’s Italian
car would; simple, looked good, made on the cheap, potentially dangerous, and doesn’t have any
lamb in it.
Words: Nathan Horner
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