I love sardines. Specifically sardines in mustard sauce. Not all brands. The one I prefer is Beach Cliff. I find them at 10Box. The mustard has just the right tang. Sometimes you can get a batch that is skimpy on the mustard. But always, the can has been full of robust sardines, arranged edge to edge, end to end. Packed in like sardines, heh, heh!
Over the past couple weeks, I have encountered Beach Cliff sardines that don't live up to the previous standards. They are anorexic sardines. They practically have room to swim around in that can!
I suppose it's the Beach Cliff version of shrinkflation. The extra mustard sauce and oil fulfill the weight listed on the cans.
Oh, I still eat them! I'm not crazy. I love sardines. They can be polarizing. Hick hates them, because he used to work with an old guy who ate them for lunch every day. Then Hick had to smell the guy's breath as they moved furniture around and maintained the knife blade factory.
I really wish my sardines came packed in like sardines again. Otherwise there might be a shift in how we describe crowded things. Perhaps... "Crammed in like superfluous words in Val's bloated blog posts."
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