sardine salad
Consider the humble sardine. No, don’t turn away. I’m not about to carry on about some horrible disease contracted from canned fish. I do, though, have a bone to pick — a very small bone, even an edible one, as in the smallest of sardines, for I reject the revulsion in which these small fish are often held. People turn their noses up at them, associating them, perhaps, with hobos, or uncles with especially bad breath. I, too, was once an a priori sardine hater. The reason for that was simple: I hadn’t tried them. If you feel badly enough about sardines to exclude them from your diet, I’d like to convince you to change your ways.
I am beginning to wonder what kind-of asshole I had to be to think it would be a challenge to eat well on $50 a week. Actually, I know exactly what kind-of asshole: the kind who spends $4 a day on coffee. Yet again, the week is halfway over and I have spent only half of my budget—er, plus the $4 I broke down and spent on an iced depth charge (known on the East Coast as a redeye) this morning. Even better: my fridge is still full.