re: #104 HappyWarrior

Yeah unforgivable. But my Dad is worse. He likes anchovies on his.

When I was really young, I had a job driving an ice cream truck in Baton Rouge. My route went to the outer suburbs and even into semirural areas. After eating ice cream for a couple of weeks (I was poor) I had a wild craving for a sardine sandwich for lunch. I stopped at a country store and bought some bread. They didn’t have sardines, but for some reason they had anchovies, which I figured couldn’t be all that different. I bought a couple of tins and packed the little critters into a sandwich, and tried to eat it. I really haven’t cared much for anchovies since.