A beer and a fish

A beer and a fish

Every week I go to my mom's house to eat, I have to pack something back. These half-finished products, packed back in the fridge, are almost enough for dinner with my husband and me five days a week. Every time, it's customary to eat, to take away, to go home empty-handed, to return in full supply. This time, it was a big mackerel. Mom made the whole big fish, made a part of it for lunch, and then picked out the big part of it and filled me with a box full of fresh fish. Go home, just put it back in the pot, and you'll get the delicious, big fish. This time, I didn't cook with a cabbage like my mother, but I put a beer on red, because after the fish is fried, it's fresh in the fridge, there's a bit of gas in the back of the pot, it's going to be a lot better with beer, and it's cool with beer