Strange though it might sound to say it, this is another of my supper-standbys. I keep the frozen squid in the deep-freeze, taking it out in the morning at breakfast to let it thaw in time for the evening's meal. I prefer to eat a massive amount of this, and nothing else (I can eat the whole lot myself) rather than have it more meanly as a starter
unless, in a life outside of this chapter's parameters, I'm expecting company, in which case it would happily stretch to 4people, ready to dunk each crisp
piece of squid into the garlic mayonnaise over pre-dinner drinks.
I feel the ghost of Elizabeth David spitting at my calling this 'crispy' squid
, but that's what I habitually call it at home, and I beg forgiveness of the pedants, with whom I have some sympathy.