You have to love the daily commute. Cars bumper to bumper. Travel delays. Buses and trains full to the brim, everyone tightly packed in, like…like…sardines I didnotjustsaythemostobvioussardinereferenceever.
If you’re anything like me, your childhood memory of sardines is probably out of a tin – curried, tomatoe’d (is that a word?) on toast. Delicious. Little did my blissful, ignorant young brain appreciate what this was made of. A fish, sure, but I had goldfish too, and you just don’t think of these things when you’re 6 years old you know?
Now, well I still enjoy them with a bit of toast, except this time with a fresh, zingy salsa and a cool, hoppy lager. For me, that’s the taste of summer. Or the taste of cold with an outdoor heat lamp, as we say in England.
Here’s a different recipe from Marco.