Today we looked at the end of the American sardine, prompting a few wistful comments about the forgotten little fish. For some reason, one in particular struck a chord.
I'm really disappointed in this, because I was counting on my mid-30s hormonal change to make me like sardines finally. I always figured I'd spend my forties like my mom, eating sardines and crackers after work.
Now I'll never know.
Sigh.
Our children will not understand Biggie lyrics. This saddens me greatly.
They're ubiquitous here in Montreal. Then again, horse meat is also sold in our supermarkets. Does that balance out somehow?
This should have happened 20 years ago. My mother always made us sardine sandwiches. No one ever wanted to trade lunches with me growing up.
@Lysergic Asset: It's kind of a moot point these days anyway.
When I recently started student teaching in NYC public schools, my Kindergarteners told me there was NO SHARING. Really. It sort of devastated me.
You can get punished for sharing or exchanging lunches or snack.
Yes, for the peanut kids it can be potentially deadly...but what's childhood without a little risk?
The hormonal shift is not just for sardines! Other options I've seen:
-Raw, plain tofu
-Barbeque potato chips
-Steamed, chopped kale
-Ice cream for lunch
That last one is the only one that appeals to me, but hey, my change is still coming. Whatever you choose to eat, make sure to do it standing up in the kitchen, staring into the middle distance.
@Sea Kitten: Not to get all Martha, but here is what I do. Preheat oven to 400ish. Stem kale and toss with olive oil and sea salt. Place on a cookie sheet in a single layer. Pop in oven. Watch carefully so it doesn't burn and flip so it evenly crisps. Fabulous. Even the kids like it. Like kale potato chips.
Kale YES!!!!!
