I wondered about what to call this one. It's a strange concoction born of circumstances: I was dining alone, which does sometimes lead me to odd experimental hashes. I still had a fancy for fish pie, but also cauliflower cheese, which is another of those old fashioned comfort dishes (and this time something I really did eat a lot of as a child). Also I'd happened to impulse-buy a cauliflower this morning. Anyway, the idea of an unholy union of the two things started forming itself in my head, and I also had the idea of making a change from potato and topping it with rice. Wasn't really sure how it would turn out, mind. I parboiled the rice and cauliflower first, then plonked it all in a dish with chunks of raw white fish. Bit of cream and some cut up cheese on the top.
It looked, and in fact tasted, like a rather peculiar rice pudding. Not so surprising for the rice simmered in cream, I suppose, but more so for the cauliflower and fish; even they somehow tasted of rice pudding. It was strange, but not unpleasant. I do like rice pudding. Of course going the whole hog and putting jam on it might have been gilding the lily.
It's not something I'd serve for a dinner party, but I scoffed the lot in front of the TV.
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