At Yellow Petals, George Bodmer shares a lovely can of sardines.
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Michael Leddy“Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
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comments: 6
I just had sardines for lunch yesterday: sardines in olive oil, a little mayo, and finely chopped celery.
Yum! My new favorite lunch.
Kirsten
George’s drawing persuaded me about today’s lunch.
I saw this as "Sardines at Dawn".
Lovely pic.
I’m happy to share it.
Have you begun partaking?
I really haven't begun eating sardines--something about how each little body is an entire fish makes me hesitant...
(But the truth is, I don't love them, or I'd overlook that!)
I have to admit that I never think about that. Now if they were bigger and had their heads and eyes, as in Chinese and Thai restaurants….
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