I am not here to misguide you. And I think we really have something….a connection, at the very least. Now, I’m not assuming you will jump off the collar city bridge pending my possible recommendation, but I hope that you will at least do this oneeeeee other thing.
YOU WILL NOT BE SORRY. Unless you have a seafood allergy or just have horrible taste/hate delicious things. By some sort of strange circumstances, I had never had the pleasure of getting involved with this Tuna delight until exactly one week ago. OH. HAPPY ONE WEEK ANNIVERSARY. Since then, I have only had it 3 more times, but each time was sort of like dying, but only of laughter and ecstasy and delight. The second time I had this, the women on either side of me at the bar (ladies loveeee DB) were gawking….i thought I had (in my ravenous explosion of unbridled enthusiasm) carelessly smeared sriracha all over my lady grinning soul face. Fortunately, I was just making some really intense, guttural, pleasure town sounds that caused some alarm/interest from everyone around me. Just me, this Ahi Tuna, my friend, Jared, and about 37 other of Daisy Baker’s closest friends. An intimate affair, clearly.
I know we have expressed similar food obsession (CMAXBY and her sordid love affair with Brown Baggy Burgery Meats and me with my rendezvous with my yellow pocket friend, the Jamaican Beef Patty. Alas, we have another delicious golden nugget to add to our list of Troy MUST EAT’s. At this point, I’m so enamored that the only thing I can even imagine that could improve upon this perfection, would be if the strips of rare rare rare hot pink tuna were on a popsicle stick that came complete with a really dirty joke on it. WHICH, by the way….has anyone really gotten into these popsicle stick jokes lately? They are very disappointing and I’m afraid there have been no new additions since 1958. Anyway. For a tuna pop, we could go with: “What did the fish name his son?” And then you would finish the savory treat and come completely unglued with hysteria when you read these 3 letters: G-I-L. (That joke really IS on a popsicle stick and I had the misfortune of guessing wrong. I guessed “Junior”, which really IS funnier. I think.)Anyway. No one else is going to like tuna pops, so this is really just another pipe dream that I’m gonna keep in the pipe.
I asked Jared to tell me exactly how they make this delicious snack, but he said all he does is catch the Tuna and is very uninvolved in the preparation beyond that point. I think he doesn’t want to give up secrets, and that’s ok…..as long as he keeps bringing in the big ones and pushing that plate towards me, we’re going to be just fineeeeee.