Sardines

My Grandfather was concerned that there wouldn't be any sardines for sale in the supermarkets of New Zealand. So much so that he mailed 2 tins of fish to my sister's apartment, where I spent a week before leaving the country, to allow me one last "sardine feast", in his words. I realize this may seem odd, but there is an explanation. When I was a kid I had a strange fondness for canned seafood: mussels, octopus, cuttlefish, and all varieties of sardines. My Grandpa indulged my tastes for years, often giving me tins when I visited, but the tradition faltered after I left home at 18. Then about a year ago I received a large padded envelope in the mail at my place in Aspen. I correctly guessed its contents straight-away. More sardines followed, until the last package arrived in California just prior to my departure. My Grandfather's fears were unnecessary, however; as you can clearly see in the picture above, there are sardines in New Zealand.