Tomorrow is Good Friday, it’s a “day of fasting” and traditionally we don’t eat meat on that day. Actually we rarely eat meat on a Friday at all because my mother in law almost always cooks fish and welcomes all of her children and her extended family to dinner that day. So much so that it has been renamed “Fresh Fish Friday” in our house.
When growing up Good Friday the “stations of the cross” along with Ma in our parish church, then a trip to the graveyard in Sutton to visit the grave of my Grandfather (her husband), after which we’d head over to Howth to get fish fresh from the pier. There was, and still is, only one shop on the pier where we buy our fish and that is Nicky’s Plaice.