Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Dear Dad,

Hey pops. It was great to see you again at the wedding.

You and moms haven't lost it on the dancefloor; once I figure out how to upload my video to YouTube the entire world will see how you can still do the Twist!

I think the new place is coming along and we have our work cutout for us.



But the real reason I'm writing? ANCHOVIES. Since we're the only two people in the world who seem to actually like these little guys I figured I'd write just to you about it. I've seen how the rest of the family turns up their noses at us; so we have to band together and share our secrets.

And what a secret I've found. I want to say one word to you. Just one word. Are you listening? POLAR.



Most people object to the overly fishy taste of anchovies. Some cooks grudgingly accept that they are a vital component to a Caesars salad dressing, but they bury them behind the parmesan. However the normal rules for buying fish should also apply to canned fish; if it smells or tastes fishy, it's not good. Period. Now look at these two cans of alici in oil side by side. Which would you prefer to eat? Lumpy gray? Or a stunningly bright red fillet? And the taste difference is beyond compare. The Polar anchovies downright sparkle with flavor.



Next time we get together we'll crack open a can with some freshly baked bread and some tomatoes and mozzerella. The rest of the family just won't know what they're missing!

With love,
Tony

1 comment:

  1. Ahhh, Tony.
    You're a guy after my own heart. My dad and I used to eat anchovies together. We loved the kind rolled right around those lovely little capers... we'd eat them on Ritz crackers while sitting on the couch watching Westerns (??!!) on Saturday afternoons.

    Gonna have to look for some of those Polars...

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