Among my repertoire of food loves, we find something that may not be such a fanciful feast. I love tuna, at least I think so. Let me rephrase. I love tuna from a can. I've never had real tuna. I like it with mayonnaise or just straight from the can. When I lived with my parents, there were only certain times that I could eat tuna, because my dad hates it, even the smell of it.
Today I decided to enjoy a tuna salad sandwich. I wanted to fix two cans of the tuna, so that I would have enough for tomorrow. I opened up the first can. Ok, no problem. Then I grabbed the second can. This can was one that had no label, thanks to a pre-wedding shivaree gift. I opened it up to find not tuna, but chicken. I had never had chicken from a can before.
Everyone knows that tuna is just the chicken of the sea, so I figured that it couldn't hurt to just go ahead and mix the two. Well, I was right! It was actually pretty good. I got the taste of tuna, but it wasn't as strong smelling and tasting. So, my new experience, eating chicken from a can, turned out to be a rather good one.
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