Fish in a can

There are some tastes that are embedded in our food memory from our youths that, if we tried them for the first time today, we would probably cringe at and refuse to eat. For instance, I like Kraft mac and cheese and spaghettios every once in a while. (Some of my more snooty foodie friends border on obnoxious reactions to these. And if you are reading this now, well, it's true.) Anyhow, fish in a can probably fits into this category.

So what is "fish in a can"? In Chinese, we call it dau see lang yu. The dau see part refers to the salted, fermented black beans in the can. (They also make this with olives and I've never had it, but I don't want to either. The lang yu part refers to the fish itself and I won't guess at if the translation is accurate or not, but I think it's probably just marketing at work. Anyway, dace itself seems to be any number of a long list of small fish.

This always comes in this trademark oval can. We usually have at least a can or two of this t home (though we are temporarily out since I ate this last one -- danger, danger!). I won't even try to tell you how long I've had this particular can.

We call it "fish in a can" because it works for us.

Josh is not a fan of fish in a can. But he knows that I like it. I like it eat it with a bowl of relatively bland oriental noodles (it's sad that's all they call these noodles) that I buy at BHFM.

I pile all the black beans and fish on a plate, removing the backbones. Then I cook up my noodles and fill up my bowl. Each bite has a small pile of noodles, some fish and black beans, and some soup water. It's salty and comforting all at once. And honesty, it's super cheap when I'm eating alone.

Max and Miso are not fans of my fish in a can and I was watching Leo carefully as I was plating and putting the fish out on the table. But when I went back to get something, i came back to see him licking the plate! Bad Leo. No biscuit.

Anyhow, you may be revolted at my fish, but I find it to be quite tasty.