Fish and Run

Ceviche

Rachel Allen -yes, she of the perma grin, grating accent and stylish clothes-introduced me to this delightful dish last week. As she promises on the RTE website it`s a zingy, refreshing dish, and, as I discovered, perfect recovery fuel for my long runs.

The interesting thing about Ceviche is that the fish is `cooked` in lime juice. That`s it. No pan, no oven, nada. Just marinate for a couple of hours and the acid in the juice will cook the flesh.

You can use any white fish. I used haddock. It didn`t slice up as neatly as Rachel`s. But then, I`m not Rachel. And I differed in the amount of certain ingredients, preferring 1/2 a chilli to one whole one, and adding coriander because I am particularly fond of it with avocado.

Anyway, be sure to see Rachel`s pic. And I`ve copied her recipe here.

Ceviche

500 g skinless white fish fillets (such as pollock, haddock, cod, plaice or sole, cut into strips 5mm thick)
juice of 6 limes
3 spring onions (trimmed and sliced)
150 g cucumber (peeled and cut into 5mm dice)
2 avocados (peeled, stone removed and flesh cut into 5mm dice)
1 red chilli (deseeded and finely chopped)
lime slices, to serve

Method
1.Place the fish pieces in a large bowl, add the lime juice and mix together, then cover with cling film or a plate and leave in the fridge to chill for at least 1 hour.
2.Remove from the fridge and mix in the remaining ingredients. Divide between plates, add lime slices and serve.

I loved this dish. I`ll confess I let it marinate in the fridge for three hours. Just being a little nervous about the lime juice cooking process and wanted to ensure the fish was well-cooked. Next time I`m going to marinate it with more of the other ingredients just to allow for a greater fusion of flavours.

Beach run

Beach run

This morning`s beach run peaked my interest in some fishy lunch. I rarely run before breakfast but the configuration of today`s activities meant I either took my chance early this morning, or forget about it. I am curious about the whole carb fuelling thing anyway. I have a theory that if we get used to running hungry we might cope with the glycogen crash that hits in marathons. In the weeks prior to last October`s marathon I deliberately stretched the time between meals just to get used to that hungry feeling.

But enough about my crazy running theories. Had a really nice beach run, of just four miles. Perfect conditions, warm sun, cool breeze, empty beach and all done before breakfast.

With a run done before breakfast, and a perfectly fishy lunch, it`s been one of my better Juneathon days.

How was yours?

Sunshine Run

Canal Bank Irises

Canal Bank Irises

I wish it could be June, and 22 degrees Celsius, all year round. I`d never get tired of it.

Today`s run saw me lost amid June`s abundance. I trotted along a glorious three miles of it before opting for intervals.

These kind of intervals are a lot of fun. I`d run a little faster than usual and stop when I`d spot something pretty. Or even, very mildly pretty if I were feeling a tad too over worked. Then I`d whip our my li`l ol` digital camera and snap.

What is life if full of care/ you have no time to stand and stare/ and take pics. Right?

Lush growth

Lush growth

This is the pathway I ambled along. One of the things I love about running is that it makes me so much more aware of the seasonal changes. Actually, even a week can make a whole difference to this scene. Just as two days of sunshine and showers can make it particularly lush in June.

Canal Bank June 4

Anyone know the name of those really tall white umbrella headed flowers? Yes, I could go google but dammit, it`s just easier to go pick my fellow bloggers brains instead.

See the water in the pic? Well, I reckon by next week that will be full of yellow water lilies. Gorgeous. Reminds me to go to a waterlily hunt in the National Botanical Gardens as their water lilies are of the pink and white variety. Even more luscious than yellow, in my opinion. Very Monet.

Canal bank done and my intervals continue up along a meadow. The meadow is entirely wild. No pesticides, no fertilisers, it’s just let be so it`s a haven for all sorts of botanical delights such as these…

Willowherb

I`ve captioned them `willowherb` but I`ve a feeling that`s not right. Luckily, this is an interactive blog: feel free to whip your red pen out and correct my botanical inaccuracies.

And there was a delightful profusion of these….

Meadow in June

Meadow in June

In fact, the meadow was swathed in great white patches of Ox-eye daisies waving their pretty heads in homage to the evening sun.

I`d swear they were actually singing “Summertime, an` the livin` is easy…”

Or maybe that was me.

Incognito

“You have a blog? What is it?”

“Er..um…I`m not ready to launch it yet.. like, it`s public an` all but I`m not ready to tell the world about it yet”

Yeah, I can say dumb things like that. Sometimes. This time is was the Doc who was asking. In between giving me my numbers and warning me to stay off cheese and cream and nice stuff For Life.

Sure, I got to talking about my running. Bragging, actually. As if the fact that running ten miles on occasion means I`ll automatically be rejected from the Fatty Artery list. Sadly, it seems I`ll have to join the Starvation Club to qualify for that honour.

But Doc was interested in my blog.

“So what`s it about?”

“Em…well…you know, different things, like running. An` stuff”

You can tell that I am highly articulate in reality, no? And that I have a clear focus for my blog just like the WordPress people recommend (and dammit, I`m not even going to link to their post)? And that I think I can write on here anonymously forever?

Mensa won`t be head hunting me any time soon.

I left the surgery, clutching a sheaf of numbers, a receipt, a Lowering Your Cholesterol brochure, and a half hearted resolve to follow it.

Juneathon Day 17: Dragged my daughter around the ramparts for a mile and half. Speed:27 minutes per mile. Patience: Waning
Hauled a bag of fresh fruit and veg home for homemade soups and salads. Dumped the last of the Key Lime pie. Pondered what life would be like without cheese, chips, chocolate and anything else beginning with ch.

Not cheery.

I remembered the cake book I`ve to blog about. And all those less healthy Ottolenghi recipes that I haven`t even got my teeth into yet. Not to mention the restaurant reviews I`d planned to do and the pretty cafés I`d photograph. You don`t expect me to take a pic of cake now and just leave it there, do you? I owe it to my readers to at least taste the thing.

It led me to wondering would I blog any differently if I knew the Doc were reading it. Would I lie about late night chip noshing f`rinstance. Or just leave out the bit of detail about chomping on Chinese takeaway.

I wondered should I ever reveal myself at all. And to the question:

“What effect would it have on my writing if I knew my readers in real life?”

Do I want to set myself up for well meaning pals stopping me on the street and saying “Hey, you know that fancy quiche you blogged about? Well, it`ll block your arteries faster than quick drying cement” or “Read your blog last night. See you injured your hip.Don`t you think you`re too old for all that running lark?”

And what about the doc? How can I possibly lie to him about my `ch`food intake, or my alcoholic preferences for gawdsakes, if he`s tuning in. Not that I have it in me to lie of course… just saying, it eliminates that option, that`s all.

And anyway, the next time he`s see me I`d be second guessing what his thinking. Any quizzical expression and I`ll immediately interpret as his judging me for the one and only time I ever slept in my running gear. I`d be morto*.

So my thinking for now, at any rate, is to blog to the world but remain incognito. That way, at least my children won`t be embarrassed for life and my family reputation for sanity will remain intact. My work colleagues won`t be sniggering even more behind my back and my friends will, maybe, remain my friends.

And I`ll be in good literary company. Samuel Langhorne Clemens, Stephen King and Charlotte Bronte all used pseudonyms. Not, mind you, that you should expect to hear Red Hen has won the Pulitzer prize any time soon.

But this girl can dream.

And I`m freer to dream if I remain incognito. No real life nasty people about to burst my bubble. Just supportive cyber ones who`ll `like` me and maybe even `follow` me.

Meanwhile, I can blog about my cake and eat it too.

But maybe not as much of it.

* Morto=Dublinese for mortified, embarrassed