South Africa is an unsung number in the world of trout fishing and, secretly, many of people hope that it stays that way. Eastern southern Africa is divided from its vast interior by the Drakensberg Mountain range that stretches from the Eastern Cape in the south to the Gauteng and Limpopo in the north. To the trout fisherman the mountains are a godsend. (from places.co.za)
And so it was, in the build up to our brief holiday in the Drakensberg; I babbled about wanting at least one trout meal during our stay. Old Spouse cautioned that we were going to a remote place and that the nearest restaurants would service the tourist industry. Take your own trout and have a kitchen session, that’s your best bet, he said. I stood my ground and insisted that, with abundant trout, the area would surely have hidden-secret local eateries offering this beautiful fish.
He was right, as is proved by the photo in yesterday’s post. Our meal at Little Switzerland resort’s restaurant was lousy. I will give my husband credit for not delivering the expected I told you so. He couldn’t. He was too busy being sick from food poisoning.
Moving right along from that bad memory, I procured a smoked trout yesterday, from a local fishmonger. Inspired by the sunny day after last night’s torrential rain, I made a salsa of pineapple, tomato, onion, basil and chilli. A sprinkle ofShirazsalt and a squirt of lemon; simple as that.
Et voila, the fish needed no fiddling with.
If you want to catch a trout, don’t fish in a herring barrel. Ann Landers