Some Things Just Shouldn't be Homemade

So the other night Nathan and I were chatting before falling asleep, even though we were exhausted, and the subject of sailing around the world came up. It used to come up all the time (Nathan has an obsession) and this was the first time in quite a while so I just let him go with it.

Eventually, as it nearly always does, the topic turned to what we would eat while doing said sailing.

I informed Nathan that I would keep a deep freeze in the boat. Stocked with beef. And some chicken. But mostly beef.

Then Nathan went on to remind me that sailing around the world will take a few years.

That's when I reminded him that we'd get to stop along the way and buy beef. And chicken. But mostly beef.

According to Nathan we'll eat mostly fish. My whole self disagrees with this. My tongue, my teeth, my stomach, my brain, my toes--yeah, pretty much everything.

Then he said something that if I hadn't been laying down in my comfy bed with nice warm blankets on me would have made me go to the bathroom and hurl.

"I could make tuna."

Um, ew. Yes, I will on occasion (like every 6 months) agree to eat tuna, but you see, tuna belongs in a can already cut up and ready for consumption. The idea of homemade tuna from tuna Nathan would catch while we're sailing, is disgusting to me. As I think about it now my mind goes back to the same images it created when he came up with the idea--Nathan taking a fork to a fat fish and shredding it.

Ew. I have to go puke now.