I really like sardines. I can buy five tins for the cost of a mega-burger, and I think they're better for me. They're stackable, too.
Just now finished off another tin. Looks like it comes from Thailand.
Next time I go shopping, I'm buying a bunch. By my calculations (I reviewed the store receipt), I can buy 10 for six bucks, not including tax. Maybe I'll 20 for $12.
I've been eating sardines my entire life. Well, there were periods when I didn't, but I know what I mean. My grandfather introduced me to sardines; they were packed in mustard sauce, back when you needed a church key to roll back the lid. (Since then, technological gains have rendered church keys obsolete, but you can still cut off a finger if you're not careful.) Made my grandmother furious; she insisted we needed to make sandwiches, but my grandfather wouldn't hear of it. We ate 'em straight from the tin.
Sardines are one of those brain and heart foods we read about. Milk doesn't go well with them, so I'm enjoying some hot tea, sugared, with milk. Oops.




