Anyone who has ever been exposed to a White Castle, knows what a craving is. For those who have never met a White Castle, a craving is an unnatural uncontrollable unpredictable unimaginative desire to do the unthinkable. A can of sardines falls into this category.
For many months I was able to peacefully walk past where the sticky cans of sardines slept on the shelf over their brethren, the tuna. Often noticed was the sign “… in mustard sauce”. The temptation offered was never acted on. Every once in a while, with a few seconds to spare, there would be a quick glance at the cans looking for the telltale yellow on the front cover. Once, maybe twice, short bursts of rummaging broke out looking for the odd yellow among the placid pastel spring water and oil. Those moments ended quickly as the real reason for the trip lured me further down the aisle to the $1.49 apple juice.
All was well until that one day the craving hit. Even knowing the dollar bills would later stick to the fingers at the checkout, rational self-control left the vocabulary giving way to the uncontrollable urge to find that one needle in the hay stack can of yellow, packed in mustard sauce, sardines. And so, as others were prevented from reaching their cans of tuna, the methodical search process through the hundreds of sticky cans of sardines for the lone and lonesome yellow prize began, only to be stopped by success or eviction from the store.
Success was to be denied this first attempt, as stares of disbelief from the fast-growing mildly angry tuna-breath crowd waiting to fulfill their craving, brought sanity back to the mind. Quickly grabbing a spring water can, a hasty retreat was made to the apple juice. But the vow was made to come back with a better attack plan the next week.
To the victor went the spoils the following week. Timing the visit to the off-hours; victory was snatched from defeat, life from the jaws of death, and two cans of sardines packed in mustard sauce from the shelves.
And you ask, “What about the sardines?” Pretty good. Well, pretty good if you like sardines. The spring water can contained 3 big beefy Canadian sardines. This is the kind the RCM must eat. Each was easy to handle and a good mouthful or two. The mustard sauce packed six to a can. The mustard sauce added a slight punch, but nothing extra special. I’m sure the number and size of sardines will vary from can to can. All in all, these are just the ordinary type sardines that will satisfy your carving. What more is there to say? “Until the next time.”
Price 89 cents per can Calories, about 300 per can per the web