Gone fishin'

As we're still waiting for Ned to be paid December's salary, it was deemed sensible to start eating some of the stores from the freezer, to make a change from the pauper's meals I've been producing (lentils and rice are nourishing and tasty, but bad for the ozone layer). So I burrowed down and emerged clutching some sardines in tomato-and-pepper sauce. "Yum!" we'd thought when we bought them, and "Yum!" I thought when I put them on to cook. They smelled jolly nice, if somewhat fishy, as they cooked and I prepared the accompanying vegetables.

Then "Yuck!" we thought as we scraped the barely-sampled fish into the bin. I don't think they were real fish. I think they were blocks of salt cunningly designed to resemble fish. Totally inedible. Too salty even for the dogs. And the few mouthfuls we managed are repeating ...