For those of you who have never experienced them, sardines don't just come in cans. I have to admit that's been my acquaintance with them for most of my life. Any Sardine that didn't have King Ottos'face on it. Never met him.
So, years pass I have sardines in a Portuguese restaurant. Stupendous. A light goes on.Cook them myself however, pass-a-deena. I noticed from time to time that my local Sonoma Market had them and I was determined to try and cook them, then I would forget. This morning at the market I ran into Paula Wolfert who informed me that fresh sardines were in and she'd just bought some. Of course I had to give it a try. I bought a pound of them for lunch. The Fish Man asked me if I wanted him to clean them. I informed him that I'd be doing the honors.
My husband didn't grow up eating a lot of fish, and growing up in an Italian Catholic household we ate fish every Friday. Right here I've got to straighten a few things out. My piscine experiences were not good. My mothers' idea of fish was fish sticks (she's still not a big fish eater) or frozen cod cakes. Blackened (unintentionally) fillet of sole was also a biggie. Because I also grew up in San Francisco I lived for our family dinners at Fishermans' Wharf restaurants where I learned to appreciate crab, shrimp, abalone and calamari. To put it bluntly I never really was turned loose in the world of fish until I was out on my own.
I knew I couldn't put something on my husband' plate that still had a head and tail, and that's what I thought was the cutest thing about these little sardines. Oh well, all marriage is compromise.
I love to cook dishes from Kerala and that particular region is known for its' seafood, so I looked through my various books and explored the world of South Indian Sardine Cookery.
I looked at the methods, which were many a varied and came up with an adaptation that I thought would work.