Searing month was pretty much a big fail for me. I seared next to nothing. Here’s what I did instead:
1. Had a birthday.
2. Went to the big Association for Behavior Analysis International convention.
3. Finished my final semester of graduate school.
I wanted to give searing a good send off. A friend had sent me a video of Hank Shaw searing fish. I can do this. It looks easy. I can put aside my unreasonable fear of cooking fish and do it. Yes I can.
My fish fear actually starts before the cooking. I also find buying fresh fish to be particularly terrifying.
I thought “Self, go to the fancy grocery store. They will be able to help you out.”
Self, I was wrong. The people behind the counter at the Fresh Market were a bunch of morons. They knew nothing about the fish and I don’t think they knew what searing even was. Pick N Save it is.
I looked at the fish. I know nothing about fish. I had no grand illusions that the fish man would be helpful. I got ocean perch. It had skin. Hank’s fish had skin. I can do this.
Canola oil, hot pan, salt only. So far, so good.
I had a bad feeling right after I put it in the pan. Hank said to shake the pan. His fish moved. Mine did not. But I kept at it. Pressed the fish down like he said. And waited. Keep it cooking until it moves when you shake it. I shook. Nothing. Waited. Cooked. Shook again. Nothing. I could see the fish was cooking through. Still no movement. I had to turn it. I couldn’t stop myself.
At least I seared something. I bet I’ll do better with pizza.