Tuna! Fish.

How long does doing something make it into a tradition?

1 year? 2 years? Forever?

 

Every year since the year after we moved here, Miguel has been invited to tag along on some tuna fishing trips. And I know I probably post about it every year, but it really does happen and then we can the tuna and make tuna steaks and ceviche and our house stinks and I have to burn towels. I burn towels because the tuna stink does not wash out. Really. It doesn't. And no one likes to pull a towel fresh from the dryer smelling like tuna fish. Bleh.

 

If you would like step by step instruction on how to go about this tuna fishing/harvesting/canning adventure, you've come to the wrong place. I just really want to show you pictures and maybe tell you kinda how we do it. But you can get an awesome sandwich tutorial from this cool blog. The author is hot. And he's a good kisser.

 

This is our good friend Dan. His wife is Dr. Suzy.This is their boat.

 We. Love. Them. You should know them. Everyone should have a Hartman family in their lives.

Even though Michael tells me how hard he works to bring fish in and gut them and yadda yadda yadda, I have a hard time believing him when I see pictures like this.

That ain't no rainbow trout.

And that definitely isn't prime rib.

Did you know that my least favorite thing is to touch fish? Or raw meat? Well, it's not really. But it ranks really low and close to number one on my List of Things I Do Not Prefer to Do.

My sweet man is pretty amazing and he had all them tuna fillet-ed and cut up into chunks ready for me to put into jars and process before I got home to see the mess. He's so sweet and thoughtful. Either that or he knows that if I would have been around during that time, we would be in court defending ourselves against our neighbors who want to sue us for "public disturbance" and ear drum damage because of the high pitched wailing and gnashing of teeth that went on. 

After stuffing it into jars, you should probably process it for like 1,000 hours or something.

Then, carefully remove the jars with a jar remover thingy.

 Be sure not to smile. Smiling is not allowed and is detrimental to the whole tuna canning experience.

Now stand back and count your blessings and popping lid sounds.

Ta-Da!