Cupboard of discovery awaits ...

There is something about the female gene that requires a cupboard full of food. Whether it is ever eaten or left to gather dust doesn't seem to matter. There just has to be a bunch of stuff in there for ... what? ... nuclear disaster?

I've come to accept this. Actually, I've ignored it for years. The male gene works this way: My wife and I live within six blocks of two supermarkets, one of which is open 24/7. If I want something, I go to the store and get it. Right when I want it. I don't have to hope it's in the cupboard.

Anyway, somehow in the past month or so, I looked deeper into the cupboard than the 6 inches needed to grab the potato chips. I decided to launch an attack. One thing I found were several cans of tuna. (Plain old chunk-light tuna in water.) This constituted several lunches for me.

When the tuna was gone — I don't think my wife noticed this, by the way — I bought a couple more cans. And one of these was Albacore in water. And now we get to the point of the blog: You MUST go out and buy this stuff. It's more expensive, but it's also a lot better than plain-old stupid tuna. Supposedly Albacore is caught in a way that doesn't harm dolphins. I don't care. More importantly, it's meatier, like chicken, and doesn't taste so fishy.

I'm going to keep checking the cupboard from now on, hoping more discoveries await. I'll keep you posted.