Man, I love that taste! And, if I’m diligent about gobbling my dinner really fast, then I’m sure to keep burping for hours on end! Ah, what a great way to revisit that gastronomic sensation!
Of course, it must be a quality brand of only the flakiest chunk white tuna, packed simply in water; who needs all that slimy oil covering up the truly delicate savory flavory finesse of fine finned fishiness?
My compliments to the human standing at the can opener. And to the energetic Korean grocer that keeps his shelves stocked right through to 2 a.m.
(And to the able wholesale distributor on whose route Mr. Kim conducts business. And to the agribusiness that spends enough on advertising to create that snappy jingle that convinces my owner to buy my favorite brand. And to the factory ship that’s probably right now tossing overboard the bycatch from their latest 25-ton tuna haul.)