Futility Now

Being avowed traditionalists, we had cioppino for Christmas dinner. The mum had stayed out on the coast for a night on the way to Portland and stocked up on creatures of the sea to a degree which could charitably be described as ludicrous.

To hold these critters there was a broth that involved fennel, fish stock, some oil and tomatoes in a couple of forms (paste + some soggy peeled ones). Also, we threw saffron at it at some point.

Then you sort of struggle to get it somewhere that makes it accessible to your mouth.