Anything that lives in water, that is edible, is seafood. Me? I don’t like seafood.
Unless you count prawns. But they have to be smothered in ‘Marie Rose’ sauce as part of a prawn cocktail. I can’t eat prawns on their own.
Oh. And cod / haddock. I do enjoy a nicely battered fish with chips and mushy peas.
The best ever battered fish I have had is from a tiny backstreet chippy, in a small fishing town called Mallaig, in the Highlands of Scotland.
It is SO expensive for a fish and chips (no peas) to take away (£7.50), and they have the cheek to charge you 5p for a little fork too, but oh my gosh… I would pay £15 for this treat.
Whenever we go out for dinner, if scampi is on the menu, I’ll order that.
I have literally just finished eating a small portion of ‘yellow fish’ (smoked cod), peas and a couple of rounds of buttered bread. Scrummy.
I have tried salmon, I don’t like it; and apart from Tuna (and the others listed above), I will not try any other type of seafood. I used to eat cockles from the seaside.
I know what you’re thinking. ‘How can she say that she doesn’t like, or doesn’t eat seafood if she eats so much seafood?’
The answer is this. I don’t like the ‘idea’ of seafood.
But hey. Who doesn’t love a good ‘ole British fish & chips?