I don't do this sort of thing very often, in fact the last time I went to any kind of cooking demo was to a risotto masterclass at Carluccio's in Covent Garden. I was massively pregnant, ravenous, and unable to drink any of the chianti my fellow classmates were knocking back. This was a rather different kettle of, err, fish.
Martin, who is a bit of a megastar among New Zealand chefs, turned this 3kg beast into tartare and carpaccio, then baked the fillets in a soy-mirin glaze before serving up the head with a lemony beurre blanc. The assembled group looked on admiringly, sipping glasses of Gisborne chardonnay ("It has to be past noon somewhere in the world," the man sitting next to me said cheerily.)
It was an incredible, inspiring class. I admit, I don't have the knife skills to make carpaccio at home, but I feel confident enough to tackle the head. Now it's just a matter of catching one...
|Martin Bosley, left, and his lovely assistant, Seamus|