Obligations

I'm very conflicted today because it is a beautiful Saturday, suitable for fishing or anchoring at Brown's Island, but I still have some nagging details to take care of - both at Nanepashemet Telecom and at the Beverly Ave. homestead.
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We grilled the first of the tuna last night. It's hard to believe that food can taste that good. It has a consistency almost of beef and a rich flavor that has no resemblance to opening a can of tuna fish.
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We cooked it medium which is heresy to the sushi crowd, who would have you just lightly pass the flame over the tuna steak. But it was so damn good.
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We will be serving the fish out on our deck Tues evening to some important guests, so this was a nice trial run.
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So I think that I will sacrifice the fun things to do today and try to get my obligations out of the way. We'll catch up on the good times by Tues.

Tuna Lips said...

I take my straw chappie of to the young buck who tangled with the great blue beast, and, having what some might call a spitual bondage with things of the wild, the birds of the skies and the fish o' the sea, i am moved to speak in praising words. Youse never fergets the first tuna youse wrassle with. A man just a boy til he gets that there tuna. So says the Injuns my pappy sold moonshine to. After they had a few, they was full of that sorta wisdom. And injuns are deeplike with the spirits.

So says the One with Lips like Tuna.

Gotta bolt, some enterprisin' sorts are sellin' gas for three bucks a gallon down at the Gas n' Sip. Fellers porking up theyse company Amex card and takin' cash. Look like meth heads. Sweet.