There’s a spat over sprats, between exporter Latvia and importer Russia. The sprat, a fish no larger than 16 centimenters, attracts the great affection of the global Latvian diaspora. Yes, yes, it’s important to millions of people, including little old me, because I adore having it in my bento. Here’s a picture of the Riga sprats.
Anyways, I thought I’d take a picture and show my bento (going clockwise from the upper right corner): sprats; spinach, rolled up; teeny tiny shrimp and seaweed furikake; kimchi; and two gigantic Medjool dates in the middle.
I’ve also decided that a really nice part of the lunch ritual, if available, should include looking at pretty things – like flowers, art, etc. These flowers made me happy, and I kinda counted them as a sort of “dessert,” supplementing my bento.
3 Comments
March 11, 2008 at 7:21 pm
Looks yummy. I’ve just recently stumbled upon sprats, and even more recently been introduced to the existence of Riga Sprats. Looks like I need to get me some!
I linked my blog post on sprats to yours. I hope you don’t mind.
http://blackcealt.blogspot.com/2008/03/shat-really.html
And I agree, the lunch ritual should include looking at pretty things, like flowers
March 11, 2008 at 8:53 pm
I actually think there is not enough blogging about sprats, in the English language at least. The more, the merrier! Fans of sprat must unite!
April 2, 2008 at 10:23 am
[...] of advancing the culinary arts, I thought I’d try some smoked sprats. This brand, unlike the Riga canned sprats, have no tartness or sour sparkle to them. Instead, they have an unadulterated smoky sprat flavor. [...]