Bottled up

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One time, Michael went tuna fishing. In the ocean. And he caught lots of tuna. Then one day he bought a pressure cooker, brought it home and said, "Can it woman." And I did. Well, we did. Together. And it was good. But I had to throw away the towels we used. There are just some stinks you don't want to live with.

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Danielle said…
I love you woman.

expolota

May your tuna expolota in your mouth with deliciousness.
September 12, 2009 at 1:28 PM
Unknown said…
How funny! YES, I have to...bellieve it or not BTDT with the bottled fish, only I have done rainbow trout, Just debone (fillett) it and cut into chunck, then make a wonderful mustard sauce or just plain... pressure cook and what ever bones are still in the fish totally disengrate while cooking...YUMMY as an orderve' (terrible spelling tonight) on crackers...OH I REMEMBER THOSE DAYS you totally brought back some memories! You are the FIRST person I have ever known besides ME that has bottles fish before! WAIT A GO ERMA!
September 12, 2009 at 10:05 PM
Unknown said…
OH dear I just reread my comments! it is 11:05 and I am either tired or just a plain ole horrible speller! hehehehe good night ERMA!
September 12, 2009 at 10:06 PM
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