Sometimes in the dark days of early November, when I'm still getting used to the early nights and digging for scarves and toques at the back of the hall closet, I find myself eating loads of red meat. I crave the substansial nature of a bit of seared cow.
I have to take myself by the hand and go to the fish section, though nothing ever looks hefty enough for those cold winter evenings.
Enter the humble fish stew.
I had two halibut steaks sitting in my freezer, ordered in a moment of halibut-ambivalence amnesia from those nice Ocado people. Hence why they've been lurking there ever since.
A half-hearted recipe search later, and I came up with this Sophie Grigson recipe. I wasn't initially convinced, as the tomatoes looked like they'd give me heartburn and it sounded slightly boring and labour intensive to boot. But after some improvised tweakage (you want me to dry orange peel for HOW many days??), it was incredible. Recipe after the bump.
