by the light of the tuna [food, public post, mother, wtf, lol, rl]
There are always days you know would be bizarre right from the start. They start with little things, like sleeping weirdly, continue with bizarre entries on your f-list, move on to surprise! brother's home, and end with tuna.
Officially, the tuna was my and my mum's dinner. Technically, it provided an evening of entertainment. All we needed was marshmallows to go with it. And maybe protective gear. The oil from the can of tuna got everywhere.
. . . maybe I should start at the beginning.
Israeli soldiers are notoriously lazy creative. They want to accomplish a lot by doing as little as possible. The military, however, likes its soldiers alive and unharmed, and therefore forbids them to do many things. Like cook food in the field.
My soldier brother told our mum one of those Soldiery Innovations on how to improve the quality and variety of field rations.
One of them involves setting tuna on fire.
The idea is rather simple: You take toilet paper, dip it in the oil, and light it up, and you get fried tuna.
My mum heard that and got curious. What else can you expect from a family of pyromaniacs?
When I went to her today for dinner, she held a can of tuna and said, "Let's try it out."
She took toilet paper and matches, opened the can of tuna, and went out to the balcony so it wouldn't stink the flat. In the meantime I got a glass of water, and by the time I joined her, she was trying to light it up. It took a few tries, but finally the fire caught.
AND WOULDN'T STOP.
I drank my water, refilled the glass, and it still burnt. I sat down and watched the pretty fire-in-a-tuna-can and made smalltalk with my mum. Then we turned off the lights and stared at the bonfire. Then we started singing Hannukah songs, honouring The Miracle of the Ever-Burning Tuna by the light of the tuna fire.
All in all, I suspect we stared at the burning tuna for about 45 minutes. Like I said before, we should've got marshmallows.
At some point we got tired of staring at the fire tuna, and wanted to actually eat it. So my mum fished out the remaining toilet paper from the can, waited until it burnt itself out {it was soaked in oil; it took a while}, and then we had can-fried tuna.
Or is it 'tuna on fire'? Or rather, 'fire on tuna'?
We will never know.
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Officially, the tuna was my and my mum's dinner. Technically, it provided an evening of entertainment. All we needed was marshmallows to go with it. And maybe protective gear. The oil from the can of tuna got everywhere.
. . . maybe I should start at the beginning.
Israeli soldiers are notoriously lazy creative. They want to accomplish a lot by doing as little as possible. The military, however, likes its soldiers alive and unharmed, and therefore forbids them to do many things. Like cook food in the field.
My soldier brother told our mum one of those Soldiery Innovations on how to improve the quality and variety of field rations.
One of them involves setting tuna on fire.
The idea is rather simple: You take toilet paper, dip it in the oil, and light it up, and you get fried tuna.
My mum heard that and got curious. What else can you expect from a family of pyromaniacs?
When I went to her today for dinner, she held a can of tuna and said, "Let's try it out."
She took toilet paper and matches, opened the can of tuna, and went out to the balcony so it wouldn't stink the flat. In the meantime I got a glass of water, and by the time I joined her, she was trying to light it up. It took a few tries, but finally the fire caught.
AND WOULDN'T STOP.
I drank my water, refilled the glass, and it still burnt. I sat down and watched the pretty fire-in-a-tuna-can and made smalltalk with my mum. Then we turned off the lights and stared at the bonfire. Then we started singing Hannukah songs, honouring The Miracle of the Ever-Burning Tuna by the light of the tuna fire.
All in all, I suspect we stared at the burning tuna for about 45 minutes. Like I said before, we should've got marshmallows.
At some point we got tired of staring at the fire tuna, and wanted to actually eat it. So my mum fished out the remaining toilet paper from the can, waited until it burnt itself out {it was soaked in oil; it took a while}, and then we had can-fried tuna.
Or is it 'tuna on fire'? Or rather, 'fire on tuna'?
We will never know.
|Meduza|
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comments on Dreamwidth.