I Eat All the Pies: July 2003 Archives

Tonight, I ate sardines. Even as I took a bite, the mashed-up fish taunted me with its gelatinous, edible backbone and positively animated pectoral fins. For someone who happily eats pretty much everything, from frog and snail to snake, tinned sardines have long bordered on the stuff of phobia. And now, I have prevailed.

They were pretty good. And I'll probably never buy them again. They really don't compare to freshly caught and grilled sardines anyhow; those, as I learned in Casablanca last September, are an entirely different class of food entirely. Better than se Almost as delicious as calamari.