We are all probably more than familiar with cans of tuna and other scrumptious fillers that occasionally need to be choked down or, at least, delivered into the gullet with a choo-choo noise or some such device from the past.
Canned food is a godsend: sardines are my friends and Thai spiced tuna has made chalky gagging a thing of the past. So, with joyful anticipation I stood in the aisle of the canned meat product section of my local supermarket in Hong Kong and picked up a can of Hou Chu Beef Brisket.
I thought: it has a smiling cow; it’s Halal friendly; it must be good. Nutritional info and all - high on sodium but that’s probably the sauce which I would drain. Got my new knife with can opener strictly for this type of stuff, so it’s all good.
Satan lies in packaging, my friends.
Once the can was half open I was greeted with some yellowish brown liquid and the smell of animal food. Upon fully opening the can it looked more like dog food - soupy, dog food - and smelled like charred tire. So I ate some. Tasted like scraped roadkill slow roasted over a charred tire. And dipped in vomit. I managed to get a few pieces down, and the burning smell became a sensation that spread from my stomach outwards rapidly as my digestive tract revolted.
I dumped the rest as my workmates complained about a peculiar odour and I lumbered past in a hunch.
A coup is brewing inside.
So, my question, after the preamble, is - what have you eaten in the sake of simple nutrition?
And stay away from cheap Chinese canned meat.