In an attempt to streamline our meals, and eat a litle more salad, and not cook everyday, our digs now cooks together, or rather, one person cooks for everyone.
The challenge of putting something desirable infront of your housemates twice a week is proving difficult, and I found ymself clutching a pack of fish fingers, in desparation, in the Spar on Wednesday evening.
Thing is, I remember fish fingers being about an inch wide, solid, filling... mainly big and chunky. I haven't eaten them in ages. Years. Maybe even a decade. I picked a box of 12, 4 each... plenty.
Alas, not so.
What a let down! Spindly, diet fingers, no substance, no inch-wide'ness... I could have eaten the whole box. Faux-fish-fingers. Not cool I&J, if all the Omega three you're adding means you can't fit enough fish in the finger... then lets check our priorities.
On a positive note, there were suspicions that the fingers were made out of shark. A careful analysis of the ingredients brought clarity. That said, Im sure shark fishing is a high risk business and getting less shark for your buck is a more palateable cutback.
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