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A key roll in history

We take a look at the humble herring, which is synonymous with our Eastern European past

January 22, 2009 11:12
Herring

By

Ruth Joseph

3 min read

As fishmongers and their customers enjoy the seasonal abundance of the herring, it’s good to remember how this humble fish has served our ancestors. It is wrapped in nostalgia.

During my childhood I remember going with my father to the local deli, which was percolated with magical fragrances of spices and pickles. I’d munch on a soft-crusted bulke and gaze at huddles of hatted Jewish women gossiping, while seeking out the plumpest herrings.

There would be smoked herrings — their polished bronze bodies artistically laid out in flat boxes. My father adored those “smokies” or buckling for supper on Sunday, with slices of dark rye bread and a new green cucumber.

There were salted pickled herrings looking like fat pewter ribbons, pulled out of rough wooden barrels, dripping with juice. My mother would either chop them with apple, pickled cucumber, ground almonds and egg to make her version of chopped herring, or she’d serve them with home-made mayonnaise, boiled beetroot hot out of the pan and new potatoes that had been boiled in their jackets.