In the fridge was a can of mackerel.
A dented can.
Because we are moving house so slowly, box by box, unpacking and putting things where they belong as we go (the thrill of having seven-or eight if you count the pantry-closets, plus deep cupboards and drawers in both bathrooms, has not yet worn off!) not very many things have been damaged. One leaded glass flamingo garden ornament was bent, leaving a small empty triangle on its neck because his head was poking out of the box.
And one small can of mackerel in soy sauce
The can’s distinguished history began in 1795 when the French government offered a prize of 12,000 francs to anyone who could invent a method of preserving food. Napoleon’s troops were being decimated more by hunger and scurvy than by combat. As his soldiers resorted to foraging for food on their own, Napoleon famously noted that an army “travels on its stomach.” Military prowess and colonial expansion required that a way of keeping food unspoiled over distance and time be discovered.
—from Cans: a Visual History
Also in the fridge was half a pot of Jasmine rice, half a lemon, and a bunch of cilantro. Lunch!
Fish braised in sweetened soy sauce is popular in Japan, and I’m sure this canned mackerel would have been tasty eaten just by itself, it seemed necessary to disguise my lack of skill in removing the steaks from the can: a
nice rice salad.