Admittedly, due to having more time and enjoying a more relaxed atmosphere here on the island (which was untouched by the rumoured tsunami of last week - thank you, Tonga!), I have come to cook more often than in Paris. But I have not been cooking traditional New Caledonian fare - I suppose largely because I have been learning how to bake cheesecakes, roast sweet potatoes, and barbecue pineapple and mango skewers dipped in coconut -- all things that we have the ingredients for and everyone in the family likes. From time to time, I have tried a few New Caledonian recipes (found in the backs of TV guides next to pet tips and Sudoku), but I have not mastered one I could tell you about ...
Laurent, however, did manage to serve up a New Caledonian dish just a few nights ago, however. Our neighbour had given him some fish that he had been barbecuing: Laurent was only too thrilled to cook it up in a coconut sauce that night. It looked delicious, it must be said, but I let Laurent and Sophie share it out. When all was safely chewed and swallowed, he asked Sophie if she liked the fish. "Yes, good," she said. "Do you know what it was?" A wave of panic flashed through Sophie's eyes. "Oh no ... Laurent - you didn't ..." Yes, he did: he cooked up something Sophie and I would not normally eat, probably, and called it fish.
Turns out it was
this.
The neighbour had caught
six of them in the bay just outside our door that weekend. Six
black tip sharks. Happily swimming around our bay. How's that for local cuisine?