This thread is like crustacea and mollusca flashbacks for me. My many tentacled 'Nam. I was accused the other day of not liking seafood, only semi-accurately, if I do say. It's a not a bad thing, seafood doesn't like me either. I ate a scallop once, it spent the rest of the night reminding me. I wouldn't have minded so much had it been worth it, but it wasn't unless you like vaguely chewy nothingness. I did eat an oyster once too, I don't know why, but I suspect was very, very drunk, the sort of drink where everything and anything seems like a good idea. It wasn't. I think I downed the bottle of Tabasco afterwards. Then all the Champagne.
But anyway, seafood, I can eat fish out of tins. I don't know what canning does to fish, but I'll happily eat my own body weight in tinned tuna and salmon. Oh, and sardines. I love tinned sardines. I must have cat genes, our cats are pretty meh on fresh fish, but they merely hear a can being opened and it's Crazy Town. Me and Bad Cat ate two tins of sardines last night just because we could. Seriously, we both just sat on the kitchen floor stuffing them in our mouths. We're class. Don't tell my wife. The cat hadn't even been drinking. At least I had an excuse.
I also like fish fingers. Obviously. What 80s kid doesn't?
I think it's the smell. I have a hypernose, I can detect fish a mile off and it triggers an ick reaction. I'm not good with smells. I have a deep-seated paranoia about having BO. I make people sniff me all the time to be sure. No, they say, and then go sit in another train carriage. I don't understand it.
No fish tonight. A big chicken curry that's been cooking in the slow cooker all day and roasted spiced cauliflower that's doing its roasting as we write. Fortunately the cat likes poppadoms.