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SORRY, CHARLIE

after bill read my repost of the other day, he picked up a loaf of wonder bread for us (me) at the grocery store. lately, i've been trying to eat only whole grains, or mostly whole grains; and this can be pretty tough given the fact that we are lucky enough to have some wonderful artisinal breads stocked just a few steps away from our building at the little "grocery" store. thankfully, constantino's has some really, really good whole grain fresh bread, too. i resist temptation, though, not as much as i should.

so ... i'm baking a cake tonight (shut UP, matt and mel!)* and the wonderbread is calling me. it's pleading with me -- "eat me. eat me" in its pitiful wonderbread voice. first i think, american cheese? nuh uh. peanut butter? mayyybee. egg salad? whoa. that would be AWESOME, but i just used up my last 2 eggs in the cake. i got it -- tuna fish. oh yeah, that's it.

i think about how it's lent, and i'm having tuna fish. and it's not even friday! when WE were kids, catholics couldn't eat meat on ANY friday -- not just fridays during lent. pope john the 23rd (i think it was him, and yeah -- that's right. i wrote it in "arabic" numerals, NOT roman numerals. it slides off the tongue easier, doncha think?) made life much, much easier for catholics. you catholics nowadays are pussies! you don't have to keep your heads covered in church (women), the mass is recited in english (!), and you don't have to have fish sticks or tuna casserole every freaking friday of your life. i mean, there's such a concept as too much of a good thing. and now i'm thinking maybe THIS is why i'm wanting a tuna fish sandwich! cell memory! except it's not cell memory, cuz it's just plain memories.

so i head to the pantry for the tuna fish. what? you don't keep your tuna fish in the pantry? and herein lies the point of this post. as i was opening up the can to make my tuna fish "salad," (recipe: 1 small can of tuna fish, add mayo to achieve the consistency your sensibilities allow. that's it. no freaking onion. no freaking celery. no freaking seasonings.) i started thinking about canned tuna. if you're of a certain age, it's what you were raised with (it is that with which you were raised. i know proper grammar -- i just don't wanna sound like a snob. that and the authentic voice thing. heh). i'm guessing i was in my mid twenties before i really thought about the fact that tuna can actually come fresh. or frozen. i think i may have ordered it a couple of times in a restaurant since then. i'm pretty sure of it. but i've not once purchased it to bring home and cook.

it just seems unnecessary. the kind of tuna i use is already cooked. i can be a pretty snobby gourmand when i want to be, but not when it comes to tuna fish. i've served canned tuna in many meals over the years to my family (all hated by the three males): tuna casserole, the cold tuna salad with the tri-color noodles (i think i thought the pretty colors would distract them), the cold tuna bow tie pasta salad with cannellini beans. all meals only i loved. i indulge my tuna-fish cravings now with the much loved tuna salad (recipe above) on wonder bread. and the occasional bow tie pasta/tuna salad with cannellini beans. just enough for only me.

i'm not catholic anymore, basically because i'm not a christian anymore, and the church kind of insists on that. that and the holy TRINITY, even. which i NEVER understood. so the tuna fish thing gets to be indulged only when i feel like it.

i felt like it tonight, and it was goooood.

*there is a rumor going around in my family that i bake far too many cakes. as if!

Posted by Stacey at February 6, 2008 10:07 PM