This morning, I brought some fresh fish from the market… and somehow, it took me back to my childhood days. I still remember my grandmother drying fish over charcoal, placing them carefully on a flat plate-like jar with tiny holes so the warmth could pass through. The air would fill with that smoky, homely scent the kind that stays in your memory forever.
Today, I tried making it my own way. After washing the fish well, I brushed a little oil on my air fryer just enough to keep it from sticking. I set the temperature to 200°C, cooked it for 20 minutes, then gently flipped the fish and let it air-fry for another 20 minutes.
When it was done, the same comforting aroma filled my kitchen simple, warm, and familiar. I let the fish cool and stored it in an open basket with a lid, just like we do at home, to keep it dry and crispy for days.
Sometimes, even a small recipe can carry a world of memories old traditions blending softly with new ways.
