Herring with sour cream

Category: Fish dishes

Ingredients
herring (fillet)	4 things.
sour cream	how much is needed
potatoes	6-8 pcs.

Cooking method

Wash the potatoes thoroughly, cut them into halves (do not peel them), salt, pepper, add paprika, bake in the oven.
Cut the herring fillet into small cubes and mix with sour cream.
Spread herring with sour cream on hot potatoes, decorate with a sprig of dill.
A great snack, both hot and cold!
In world culture, the herring is not the last place. The folklore expression “like herring in a barrel” is familiar to everyone.
In the literature, many inspired lines are devoted to herring. For example, Teffi has:
A simple woman will start to eat and say:
- Marya Nikolaevna, please, a piece of herring. I love onions.
The demonic will open her eyes wide and, looking into space, will scream:
- Herring? Yes, yes, give me the herring, I want to eat the herring, I want, I want. Is that an onion? Yes, yes, give me onions, give me a lot, everything, herring, onions, I want to eat, I want vulgarity, more ... more ... more, look everyone ... I eat herring!
In essence, what happened? I just got an appetite and felt drawn to salty. And what an effect!
- You heard? You heard?
“Don't leave her alone tonight.
- ?
- And the fact that she will probably shoot herself with this very cyanide potassium, which will be brought to her on Tuesday ...
(Teffi, "Demon Woman").
I can not help citing in full (sorry for the length) essay by Alexander Levintov, which is called "Herring". Too "savory" written.
HERRING
Alexander Levintov
They say that it is difficult to imagine a Dutchman who does not chew a herring in thought. I do not know. It is possible that this is so. But I cannot imagine a herring without us. It's like a secretary general riding the subway to work.
I can imagine the tsar in the metro, but the general secretary - well, nothing.
A herring on the festive table is a must. It’s not that this is the law, but it’s somehow inconvenient if it doesn’t exist. And vodka will not go without herring, and pancakes. Although, of course, it is possible to have pancakes and vodka without it - but ... If it is not there, then at least I will remember: "Eh, there would be a herring here now!"
I was fourteen or fifteen when my middle sister got married. I am sitting with her husband Zhenya, a chauffeur, a former Kaloshin punks, on the green and empty bank in Izmailovo, around - amorous spring and all sorts of birds, behind the island there is a shadow of frequent opium for the people. Easter. And we have three or four quarters and a herring as small as a herring with black bread and a peeled white-headed green onion. He drank, exhaled, grunted, chewed from the waist, past the bust, to the very gills, and along the ribs. Zhenya lights up a Belomorina, I am so bastard, until the next portion. The hops are fresh, clean, light, iridescent, like the eyes of that herring.
The herring world is huge and varied:
- Pacific - Norwegian - Icelandic - Atlantic - Black Sea - Baltic - White Sea - Caspian - Caspian zone - Kerch - Danube - Sosvinskaya (tugun) - Priblovskaya
Some are known to everyone, some are exotic, some remained only for members of the government, and even then for two days. Sosvinskaya, for example, is not a herring at all, it is only called a herring, but she herself is of the noblest and most fresh blood. Iwasi seems to be a herring (and they say that at one time it was a great rarity and a delicacy), but they learned to make sardines, horse mackerel, and stellate sturgeon from it, so no one considers her a herring anymore. "Thanks to Lena for the taxi and for the Iwashi herring." Iwashi, along with hake and pollock, is Neptune's contribution to stagnation.At the same time, another ditty was born, about the "Ocean" store: "Two sprats in a tomato, two bl-dis in a dressing gown, around - scales, and more - no ... well, it is clear what."
Herring is a socialist fish. In the Council of Deputies, employees either received a roach or a herring (and even bread) for cards. It is not even a fish, but the currency of socialism. Replacing everything that is not bread, the main thing is the replacement of salt. After all, when such a sweet future lies ahead, it always pulls for a salty one. So Koroviev knocked over the lilac in Torgsin not just somewhere, but into a barrel with Kerch herrings. And Vibegallo fed his stomach-dissatisfied herring heads at the Strugatskys'.
Housewives in our time knew how to distinguish by the eyes of herring-boys from herring-girls. Boys with milk have red eyes, while girls with caviar have yellow eyes. If there is only one eye, it means a flounder.
There is a great social difference between herring and herring. They catch and sell herring, and buy and eat herring. This is the same as potatoes and potatoes.
I was born after the evacuation. Therefore, this plot is from an endless family chronicle, a plot to which I was only a little unborn.
My Russian grandfather Alexander Gavrilovich took my Jewish grandfather David Moiseevich with him on evacuation to his native Penza province. And so two huge families moved to the village of Titovo, not for long - after all, they promised to end the war by the fall and my mother, for example, did not take a raincoat with her from Moscow.
Russian relatives settled quickly and successfully.
And the Jewish was not accepted anywhere. Not only were the Jews - four of them went to the front as commissars and commanders (my father started the war as a commander of a communications motorcycle). Unlike Muscovites, full of political romance, the villagers waited with great likelihood for the arrival of the Germans and no one wanted to take risks, since they had Jewish commissars.
The "rich" Russian relatives nevertheless added the "poor" Jewish one. And even slightly fed and generally helped as much as she could.
However - such is Jewish happiness - troubles, diseases and deaths rained down on those, as well as all other minor and therefore even more offensive misfortunes: Russian children washed in the village oven and still remember this as a miracle and a feeling of warm uterine. Jewish children were also bathed in the same oven, remembering nothing but the horror of being boiled alive.
My Jewish grandfather went to the forest in the winter for firewood (Russian grandfather procured a cart with a horse for him), and he got lost. Well, an eternal city Jew does not know how to navigate the forest, even if he chopped a whole load of wood! And he prayed fervently to his Jewish God, in whom he had never before believed after childhood, and wept that his wretches were left without firewood and without a breadwinner, and vowed that if he was saved, he would pray to Him forever.
And the Russian grandfather, noticing the loss of his relatives with the logs, raised two villages (on both sides of the forest) to their feet, but still found the loss that had already become stiff. Being an intellectual and a descendant of the formidable Penza robber Safon, the Russian grandfather never believed in God, although he respected church singing very much (and addicted me to it) and was even an excellent singer.
Both died in the fifties. A devout believer and domineering Jew, frantic in doubts and uncomplaining in life, a Russian. Both died in the deepest public reverence and their funeral was the most crowded in my abundant memory of death.
So what am I talking about?
Oh yes! So that's it. Herring, both believed, must be served in a uniform, if it is smoked, and sprinkled with a small green onion. At the same time, the Russian grandfather always decorated any herring with two onion feathers in his mouth.
* * *
- Do you know why the sea is salty? - Because the herring swims in it. - Why salted herring? - So she swims in the sea.
We once had the famous herring boom. It is described by Vladimov in the novel Three Minutes of Silence. Vladimov is now in Paris or even closer to the sky, the herring is in the sea, Murmansk is calm. There is no boom or excitement. And there are dull endless lines for rarely imported and exotic mackerel heads.
Herring has analogues and imitators: mackerel (aka mackerel), herring, horse mackerel, sardinella. When they are not counterfeited as herring, they are good, but in imitation they are rubbish rubbish.
And now about the methods of preparation and use.
Of course, you can do that, right with the skin or peeling it off. This has its own relish, especially with tea.
You can chop, drizzle with vegetable oil and season with green or onions.
You can also make a sauce for the same: water, mustard, vinegar, sugar, lean oil. My father didn’t know how to cook anything, only this sauce, the recipe of which he took over from his mother, a wonderful cook. We, five children, spied on the recipe from my father, and my daughter.
By the way, this is culture. Nobody, except us, knows how to reproduce this elementary sauce, but here it is like from one cup.
Another thing is possible: vinegar - sharper, milder, with black ground pepper, with ginger and other spices.
Well under a fur coat: in layers through a grater boiled carrots, beets, potatoes, onions, eggs, fresh apples, pour mayonnaise on top.
Smoked herring is served in a uniform - everyone knows that.
The bones can be removed, but it is also possible in a simple way.
A very salty herring can be soaked in milk - it becomes more tender.
Jews fry herring and make minced meat from it. Some even make herring soup.
The Yakor restaurant (a former Jewish restaurant) still has a recipe for herring in Jewish style, with apples, now, however, it is called "in Volga".
I love herring, cut delicately thinly, in a sweet vinegar sauce, with tender potatoes or pancakes, so that the thinnest garland of onions clings to the fork.
A herring sandwich is, you know, not a fig in your pocket either. Especially somewhere in the tropics. Black bread - butter - herring. You will remember both your homeland and your mother.
And the ways of salting herring - probably not to list:
- spicy - barrel - canned - special salting - homemade - in dill sauce - in mustard sauce - in wine sauce - in apple sauce - in lingonberry sauce - in cranberry sauce - in onion sauce - in sour cream sauce - in mayonnaise - in oil
When the plush troopers bought herring in Moscow in huge cans and wagons, I felt like the last bastard, because I yearned for something sublime, for some kind of arm-thick crease, and people dream of the most ordinary and vital:
- Eh, now there would be herrings!