Beer-Battered Fish

I have major issues when we vacation in Maine in the summer.  Most of the problem has to do with applying enough sunscreen so as to ensure I don’t broiler like a lobster.  The rest of the problem has to do with lobster itself.  See, when I’m in Maine, I have this obsession about ensuring that I’m getting my fair share of this glorious sea creature…that in the few short days that we’re there I’m eating enough to satisfy my cravings for the rest of the year.  Because even though I live in New England coastal state where we do have great access to “local” lobster, there is nothing like Maine lobster.  Nothing.

Beer-Battered Fish

It’s kind of a sick thing…but not so sick when breakfast involves poached eggs, hollandaise, and lobster, right?  Anyway, this lobster obsession also leads to another problem.  My love for fried clams.  And, ummm, fried fish.  Especially beer batter-fried cod.  Oh man!!  Seriously, there aren’t enough meals in a long weekend to ease this angst!  How can I possibly pass up fresh cod right off the docks?  The truth is however, I can always manage to squeeze a fish and chips meal in amongst the lobster fest.  It’s hard work, people.

Beer-Battered Fish

But frankly, I’m tired of waiting all year for great beer-battered fish so I decided it was high time to make it at home.  I’m pretty shocked myself that we have yet to make fried fish at home but it’s not all that surprising considering we never had a kitchen vent that properly vented outside until we moved in this house.  This fish though…ahhmazing.  Awesome.  Insane.  I almost cried when it was gone.

Beer-Battered Fish

Making it was no more difficult than breading and frying chicken breasts for chicken parm but there’s just no comparison otherwise.  The cornstarch in this batter keeps the batter light, crispy, and crackly and when fried at the proper temperature, the fish doesn’t get all greasy and gross, like some fried fish definitely can be.  If frying food wasn’t so damn bad for us, we would without question make this beer-battered fish more often, but for now we’ll keep it to just a couple times a year when the cravings for summer get to be too much to handle.  Like when March doesn’t seem to want to end.