sardine, chilli and lemon spaghetti

Another night without the anas and milos at home, so I do my usual lonely husband thing: wrap myself up naked in ana's new lambswool blanket and play the mournful sounds of the moomins on milos toy saxophone.

The fact I'm watching Robson Green's Extreme Fishing at midnight might indicate I *maybe* a little squiffy, and okay I am. Yet another leaving drinks tonight means I have to squeeze a couple of Doom Bars into me. It's the polite thing to do, and I have the added bonus of knowing I've got an easy pasta dish waiting for me at home. And it's got FISSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

Slightly controversial I know, but it's great and I'm not just saying that 'cos I'm a bit drunk. Despite the booze I am sober enough to notice a simple rule: You can never make a dish involving sardines look anything other than sinister and/or a mixed-up bunch of random guts:


sources
sardine, chilli and lemon spaghetti - Delicious, April 2009, p26