THE SECRET SOCIETY OF SARDINE LOVERS

I have decided that I belong to secret society.  I love sardines.  I have done since I was a kid.  Those nice big fat sardines that are canned in Blacks Harbour, New Brunswick.  A hark back to my roots, as it were.

I only know one other person who likes sardines.  But he prefers those scrawny little Norwegian brislings. No accounting for taste.

When I was pregnant for my first child I craved sardines.  A lunch of sardines with mustard on toast and a 7-Up became a regular ritual.  Then many years later I would sometimes take a sardine sandwich to work for lunch. Admittedly they do have a strong odour but the only person ever to complain in our lunch room was someone who would have benefited greatly from eating them herself.  She had inherited high cholesterol and the omega-3 and polyunsaturates in sardines would have been good for her. Sardines do not taste as strong as they smell either.  But I digress.

Back to the secret society.  If only one other person admits to liking them, how come both varieties are always in stock on grocery shelves?  There must be hundreds and thousands of other sardine lovers out there buying them.  But not once have I seen another shopper reaching for the telltale flat can.  Not once do I remember seeing  a can of sardines in another shopping basket or on a check-out counter.  Thus my conclusion that I am part of a society so secret we do not know the many other members.  Okay sardine lovers.  Time to stand up and be counted. There is no shame in eating those fabulously healthy little fish that are chockablock full of calcium, protein, vitamin D, selenium plus the aforementioned omega-3's.  And the icing on the cake so to speak?  They are Canadian!