I eat a lot of fish because I like fish. Tomorrow we are having Skrei cod, the best cod I've ever had. Our lovely fishmonger Tracey gets it in every Thursday in season (Jan to April) and she saves the thickest fillets for me if I ask her. Mrs Steve is in a delicate buccal state, having just had a somewhat complicated extraction, so it's soft food for now. But soft food does not mean bland. I'll simply fry the fish, in butter I should think, and we'll have it with fluffy mash instead of chips. Greens of some kind, not too crunchy, and I'll make some parsley sauce á la Delia Smith. I've been known, when the mood takes me, to marinade white fish for a short while in a mix of extra virgin olive oil, freshly-squeezed lemon juice, fresh thyme and a touch of fresh garlic. When the Skrei goes out of season I'll be waiting with bated breath for the red mullet to come in. We also eat mucho tuna and smoked mackerel. Hake, halibut, skate, dabs, anything. Even Alaskan pollack, which tastes great although it goes a bit off-white when baked. And salmon. Only ever wild red Pacific salmon. I will not buy any fish that has been farmed.