A Perfect Storm

Two unrelated circumstances came together recently to form what is currently the practice to call a perfect storm. It is hard to predict what a storm might leave in its wake; it depends on too many variable factors to be done with much accuracy. The nature of the storm; its strength and direction, and what lays in its path are a few that come readily to mind. My storm, when it came, could easily have been mistaken for a light breeze, and I certainly could not have predicted what it would leave behind.

Sardines are what it left behind. That -I think- illustrates very well my point about the unpredictability of the consequences of storms; as does this blog: Who could have predicted that something entitled “A Perfect Storm” would turn out to be about sardines?

The first circumstance to manifest was my diminishing interest in putting any effort into preparing meals. The second was the uncertainty of being able to rely on the availability of any particular item in the supermarket, because of the panic buying the virus crisis has prompted in many of us. It occurred to me that a possible solution to both these problems may well come in the form of cans. Had I been more discriminating in my choice of cans when I set about stocking up on them it is more than likely that sardines would not have been included, but my guard was down and they were.

I opened the sardines one lunch time when I found I had nothing else that didn’t need heating up. There were three of them lying there in the can, and they were not as tightly packed as their reputation had led me to expect. Nor did I expect how tasty they would be, and a world of possibilities opened up.

I was suddenly thinking of sardines in white wine sauce and sardines au vin: imagining sardines a la creme and sardines on a bed of couscous with roasted Mediterranean vegetables, and even sardines and mash, or sardines in the hole.

After a while, immediately after my disappointment at the infeasibility of sardine Kiev, I remembered why I had bought the sardines in the first place, so I just eat them straight from the can.
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The qualities of sardines.
So long a blog, I thought it's about an anaconda :D
They don't sell tinned anaconda in Britain. As far as I know anyway.
That's why they are brexiting?

Ye little fishes :D
Hello, Tule. beer

I hope you are here because of the quality of my blog, and not just because I commented on your thread. smile
Drunk and bored, that's why. And you are one of the few men here, who doesn't look like a sociopath.


Yet.
Have you got reason to believe I will look like a sociopath at some time in the future, Tule? Should I be worried? uh oh
...typing

CV updated. shimmy
Thinking of tinned anaconda, there used to be a delicacy over there of jellied eel.
I think I'd prefer tinned anaconda.
Saw a sea bird eating an eel once. Well, they say that once in a life everything is interesting. Never tried it myself though.

To Harbsie: being worried never helps. Being aware of possibilities (or should I say: opportunities?) - might :)
typing

Profile updated... shimmy
Knowing you, Molly, I'm wondering if "anaconda" is a euphemism. hmmm
I'm never quite sure what you mean, Tule, but I suspect that could be a blessing. smile
It was Tull mentioned anaconda, not me smile
Not knowing is álways a blessing :D
Well I'm surprised at Tule, Molly, I thought she was better than that. snooty

BTW, Molly, I'm not implying that you aren't better than that. grin
I think you might have been snooty

I shall mull over it tonight.
i upscaled with a can of salmon. not eating it yet. waiting to be super hungry. i have canned chili and ham spread. love it
Don't do that, Molly, I hate the thought of you mulling all night. hug
Ham spread? What's that, Palm?
its a spread made of ham. lol you make me laugh
Yes, I suppose it would be. doh

As much as I've taken to sardines, I wouldn't eat sardine spread.
I like the word mull.
It reminds me of Kintyre.
Not that I've ever been there or anything.
I think they get a lot of mists rolling in from the sea there, Molly.
I also hear it has the darkest of mountains with valleys of green
It sounds like a lovely place, Molly, it's just a shame about the bloody bagpipes.
Now would be a good time to go so.
There wouldn't be many bagpipers around right now.
Actually, Molly, playing the bagpipes is probably a good way of getting people to keep their distance. idea
you think they should be hired to go to all the beauty spots this weekend?
I don't really know why I'm saying all this about bagpipes; I don't mind them nearly as much as I'm making out.

Are they expecting crowds over the weekend? Well I won't be going anywhere, I always spend bank holidays at home anyway, cos I'm a misery. blues
It's Easter. It's sunny. People will try to break the law and go to their holiday homes, and spread the virus.
That's mainly how it spread in Italy sigh
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