If you were about to die, would you eat tuna?

Food storage has been difficult to do in our home for many reasons. One, being that I have crappy food allergies, two that Ryan eats like a picky two year old and lastly, that we don't eat a whole lot of foods that come out of cans or boxes. It's been hard to find shelf stable foods that are acceptable to all of our family members. As I was coming to the end of recipes that contained shelf friendly ingredients I started to get desperate. On one Costco trip I eyed some tuna packets that would be perfect for a food storage meal. Only one problem, Ryan hates tuna. He is much like his niece Ashley who once asked Jenny to make her a tuna fish sandwich without the fish. She just wanted a tuna sandwich. Sadly Ryan is not a seven year old and cannot be fooled so easily. So, in my desperation to follow the prophet and contain my three month food supply I came to Ryan with this very important question, "If you were about to die, would you eat tuna?" We were already discussing food storage so he understood the context of that question and yet, he hesitated. He responded with something like, "Well..." I just about flipped out. "Are you kidding me? You are at death's door and you are going to turn down tuna just because you don't like the way it tastes? You'll leave our family to die all by ourselves because of tuna? You're crazy!"

On the other end of the spectrum I can tolerate all kinds of foods. I'll pretty much eat anything and I honestly like most foods. Ryan and I recently switched over to maple syrup as our syrup of choice. After several weeks of using the syrup, I had to fess up. I nearly whispered to Ryan, "Idon'tlikeit. Maple syrup. I just don't like it." I know everyone is gasping because it's the real thing and oh so tasty. But to me, not so much. It's a runny puddle of sweetness that I don't care for. I miss my Aunt Jemima with it's thick glopage of high fructose corn syrup. Mmmm.

So what does this have to do with anything. Well, I said screw it and I bought the tuna. Apparently Ryan will die as we run out of food and have nothing left but tuna. As for me I will live on to enjoy tuna and what's left of our Krusteaz pancakes and gallon of Aunt Jemima syrup I purchased today at Smart and Final. Aw, well. I'm doing what's right, right? Doesn't that count for something?