Glaze your rarebits under the hot grill till golden and bubbling, top with the soft poached eggs and serve immediately. Use a slotted spoon to lift the eggs out of the pan onto a wad of kitchen roll, to soak-up any residual water. Poach for about 4 minutes so the yolks remain soft.
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Once it’s heated up, then toast four slices of your favourite crusty bread, and then spoon a generous helping of the kipper sauce over the toast.įinally, bring a pot of water to the boil, add the vinegar, and gently crack in the eggs. Flake up the kipper fillets which should by now be cool enough to handle and add them to the sauce. Take it off the heat and add the mustard, Worcestershire sauce, cheddar cheese, lemon juice, and chopped parsley to the sauce.
Once all the milk has been added, heat the sauce until it just starts to bubble. Slowly, add the milk to the roux, little by little, stirring as you go to prevent any lumps from forming. Next, melt the butter in a pan, and then stir in the flour to make a roux.Ĭarefully lift the kippers from the infused milk, and set them to one side. Remove the pan from the heat, allowing the milk to infuse and the kippers to continue cooking. Add the milk and bring it up to a gentle simmer.Īdd the kipper fillets to the simmering liquid, and cook for 1 minute. And those special memories still warm my heart.Pour the white wine into a pan and reduce it down by half to burn off the alcohol. Then I reached for the two items Dad always included when he dined on Kipper Snacks.įirst…that very special sauce…lots of it!Īnd next…a sleeve of plain old saltine crackers…and Voila’! My lunch was ready!Īnd yes Dear Readers…Those Kipper Snacks brought back all the right memories for me since Dad always shared a few bites of his late night dinner with his little girl. I carefully removed the lid completely, being careful not to cut myself on the sharp tin edges. (I miss that key…I always felt like Dad was opening a treasure chest as he rolled back the lid!) I noticed that the can no longer came with a metal “key” to roll the lid back. Then I carefully lifted the can from the water with some kitchen tongs and I placed the whole can on a plate. I simmered the can in the water for several minutes to allow the kippers to be heated completely. I peeled off that outer wrapping and I dropped the tin into several inches of water in a saucepan just like Dad used to do. (Who knew Dad was choosing a somewhat healthy late night dinner way back in the 1950’s!) They are an oily fish that is high in omega-3 fatty acids and vitamin D. You see, these Kipper Snacks are actually smoked herring that are wild-caught off the coast of Canada. (I’m not sure Peepaw’s taste buds are quite ready for this dish!) So while those memories were fresh in my mind I decided to recreate Dad’s Kipper Snacks meal for my solo lunch since Peepaw was not coming home to join me that day. In fact when Mom was gone to her monthly women’s card club my brother and I would look forward to that once a month steak and potato dinner ala Dad. He could pull out a cast iron skillet and fry up a delicious steak and “a mess” of fried potatoes with onions. But I head to the grocery store!) I noticed a flat red plastic wrapped tin I immediately recognized…and I just had to buy it since some great memories of Dad came flooding back.ĭad was no slouch in the kitchen. Recently I was browsing the grocery shelves as I often do. A kipper is a whole herring that has been sliced in half from head to tail, gutted, salted or pickled, then smoked a process is known as 'kippering'. A traditional fish breakfast for this seafaring island. And a tin of Kipper Snacks was one of Dad’s favorite “go to” dinners when he was in the dog house for missing Mom’s “real” dinner…even if he came home with a good excuse and a “catch” like this one! Kippers with lemon butter and capers for breakfast in Ireland. But whatever the reason, I can still see him puttering around the kitchen long after Mom had washed the dishes and called it quits on kitchen duty for the day. Whether he was playing cards with old friends, or he just couldn’t leave the river because the fish were biting.
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