Candwich, a sandwich in a can.
Pretty much the grossest thing ever. Okay, maybe not ever, but this week for sure.
I am not much in the kitchen, but not even I would resort to this. Well, maybe not until I had kids to feed. Kidding!
Candwich, a sandwich in a can.
Pretty much the grossest thing ever. Okay, maybe not ever, but this week for sure.
I am not much in the kitchen, but not even I would resort to this. Well, maybe not until I had kids to feed. Kidding!




I tried to get a good shot of my fish, but it was splashing around too much for me to get in there really well. Don't know how it happened, but I hooked him in the belly instead of in the mouth. It was really weird, but I felt a little bad for him. I'm told this sappiness doesn't make for a good fisher.
After an hour or so we ended up with nine to take home. It was pretty neat to watch them get cleaned. A little on the gross side, but still pretty neat. Marc was excited to cook them all up tasty for us, but we passed on it. It was strange enough to go from catching them to seeing them being cleaned. Not ready to move onto the eating part of that cycle just yet. Pretty soon they are getting some salmon in...maybe we'll catch some and cook 'em up then.

We had a great table *bonus point* that gave us a perfect view of the beach *another bonus point*. Since it was our first time there they gave us some yummy appetizers on the house *that deserves two more bonus points* and the dinner was delish *yep, another bonus point*, so all in all, looks like Cactus has made it was into our regular rotation of restaurants.
I had sampled a mix of olives from the deli olive bar. The ones that didn't go over so well were the ones stuffed with feta, which I chose not to eat. They tasted yucky, and apparently smell even worse after sitting around for a few days. I know that I chucked them into the bin, so I have absolutely NO IDEA how they ended up stuck between my desk and the wall. Makes me wonder what the janitor does in my office after hours.