Fishy tales Part Two..

My mother is a cod's roe fan. Myself, I prefer taramasalata. As a child, I remember being presented with a pile of grey cod's roe on a plate, with a mound of lumpy mashed potatoes. I can still remember the taste, like gritty wet sand and the smell. Ma would tuck into her roe happily, to a background noise of two wailing young children. I'm really not sure that forcing children to eat food they just can't bear, is a good maternal strategy. I don't eat cod's roe, liver or tripe at all.