I’ve got a new love and it goes by the name Seared Ahi Tuna. Capitalized because it’s a proper name. And important. And anything that means something to me gets capitalized or named.
(My car’s called Ophelia, in case you were wondering…guitar’s name is Hank…my generational line of computers has been Rita [who was a complete bitch], Otis and now Holly…)
That’s right. That soft spot in my heart where spinach once lay is now totally and completely consumed by Seared Ahi Tuna. I don’t know when or how I fell in love with this delectable dish, but the fact is, I did. It happened. I’m obsessed.
I’ve tried variations of Seared Ahi Tuna, from Karl Strauss’ (oh, heey Georgia!), Fleming’s, and that little beauty up there, from Coronado Brewing Company. I even forced (that’s legal, right?) my boyfriend to eat a piece. He won’t publicly admit it, but he loved it.
P.S. Spinach, if you’re reading this, please know I am only kidding. There’s always room for you in my ticker.