Salmon Loaf

Untold years ago we were bequeathed -- and I use the word carefully -- a can of salmon. Just a can of Bumble Bee salmon. You'd've thought it was gold.

Two weeks ago I finally decided it was time to use the thing, but I frankly had no idea what one does with a can of salmon. After careful consideration and perusal of many cookbooks, I decided on salmon loaf. I figured if America lived on it in the 1930s and 1940s, it must have something going for it.

I was wrong. The stuff is vile. Our cat, however, adores it, and I've been using the leftovers (i.e., nearly all of the pan's worth; Notarius and I each ate one slice and that was that) to give our beloved cat his thyroid medication.

The cat looooooves his salmon loaf. I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but it may be that when he finishes this salmon loaf, I might have to buy another can of this shit just so he can have it. He's old. He deserves this godawful stuff, if it makes him happy.