Growing up, I never went through a picky stage, and today there is nothing that I wouldn't taste — except for one fishy thing. As a small child, my mother claims I gorged on tuna fish with no hesitation, but for some inexplicable reason, things took a very different turn. It's been a family mystery ever since.
I recently moved in with a new roommate and felt confident that, when it came to all things kitchen, I had covered all the bases with her: sharing food is a necessity for me (labeling containers just seems so sad and weird), if there are dishes in the sink, just do them (it all evens out eventually), and depending on the week, I call for Indian takeout an embarrassing amount of times.
Then it happened. I walked into the apartment postwork one rainy night and saw my roommate cooking up tuna and tomato soup in the kitchen. That was when I realized I'd left an important detail out of the equation.
Keep reading to see how I faced up to my fear of tuna.
My roommate and her boyfriend sat down to eat a comforting spread, and I joined them at the table, desperately trying to keep my cool. I realized their tuna didn't look bad at all; in fact, it looked strangely delicious. Then the unthinkable happened. I asked to take a tiny taste, surprising myself as the words came out, and not letting on that this was any sort of a momentous occasion.
Guess what? The tuna was absolutely delicious. There was something different about it, and I was instantly hooked.
Here's the kicker: this tuna was packed in oil. This chicken of the sea had none of the same scent that was wrapped up in the ritual of my nostalgic loathing. They prepared it with only a little bit of mayonnaise and lots of fresh produce — celery, onion, apples — chopped up and mixed in. I found that the textures of the fish plus the crunch of the veggies did wonders to my taste buds. I may not be a total tuna convert, but I surprised myself when I tried tuna packed in oil. Whether you love it or loathe it, have you tried this type of tuna? Do you love it as much as I do?
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