Throwing away money (and tuna)

Let me tell you a story about cohabitation. Sometimes your mate is honest with you and you don't want to hear it. Sometimes you aren't honest with yourself. And that is what happened with the tuna. 

Here's the thing: I don't like seafood. It tastes like the sea. Ick. But I don't mind fish, usually, especially when the dish is so heavily flavored it obliterates any trace of that icky fish taste. Last week, we went to Harpoon Larry's in Hampton, where I had an amazing black-and-blue tuna steak sandwich. The steak was blackened, heavily spiced and topped with blue cheese, so the fish taste was...um...subtle. But I told myself, "Hey, now I like tuna steaks!"

I told Sean it was time to be adventurous and make tuna steaks. Sean said, "Um...I don't really like tuna." But I convinced him it isn't tuna steak he dislikes; it's the mayonnaise in tuna fish or tuna salad that turned him off of tuna. And because he loves me, he said okay, and let me buy two $9.95 tuna steaks. Um...expensive much?

So I marinated the tuna in lime juice and garlic and spices. I broiled it. I cut into it and it was really, frighteningly pink. Sean and I immediately hit Google Images and searched for pictures of what tuna should look like. Pink is okay. 

So we dug in. And we both chewed for what seemed like forever and then admitted the truth: we don't like tuna. It tastes like the sea! It was totally dry, probably overcooked, and underspiced. Of course I liked it when it was smothered in spices and blue cheese and BREAD. 

We ultimately decided to toss the steaks; neither of us made it four bites in. Either I ruined it or we just don't like tuna. No matter what happened, we threw money away. But Sean, God love him, said sagely, "Money is money. You tried. It's okay."

And then I ate a cupcake for lunch.