Here's a thank you to Smashing Wool's review for noting the can lining for this tuna is BPA-free. I was wondering about that; I'm glad I took time to reread that review prior to posting mine. I was sparked by SW's reminder of different ways to use tuna besides immediately snarfing it out of the can . Sometimes I leave some in the can and dump the rest into a pretty glass bowl, then snarf it after setting the can down for Arzel, my godly cat. She has to wait for what I leave in the can for her when I use the first method .I love this tuna so much and have missed real tuna for so many years of increasing takeover of soybean ooze, I dropped back to inhaling this TUNA unadulterated, after I discovered this divine presentation.In my first purchase I bought the Wild Planet Wild Albacore Tuna No Salt. It sold me on all counts of its advertised positives, including the fact that the can is packed with big chunks of tuna MEAT which hasn't been smashed down into mush with lots of limp water and/or tons of soybean oil sludge.The Albacore was PRIME, but I missed the uniquely natural, intensely healthy saltiness which identifies tuna to me . So I tried this Skipjack version to see if it had more of the SALTY tuna taste I crave. A habit suddenly dissipated, a habit I had worked into with the Albacore, after a few cans of Skipjack had been digested unadulterated, with YUM in every bite.In my long ago history of a sort of youth, when I could still see what tuna MEAT looked like in the can by evidence of it from a few un-smashed chunks big enough for human vision to register... way back then, I relished mixing mayo, chopped onions, garlic, celery, and sweet Gerkin's, etc., into canned tuna, for a sandwich or salad. Yeah, as a 1947 born Baby Boomer I also made curried tuna casseroles and fresh dill laced pot pies; I prepared tuna in black-olive-and-mushroom studded, black-peppered gravy , and generously slipped it over a fully toasted bun or bagel, etc.With this new dozen can collection of this Skipjack tuna, I found myself wanting to renew and expand that almost sacred recipe-rhapsody, minus soy, plus old-days healthy mayo; minus freshly-conjured, GMO-miasma-dredged additives; minus waste products declared illegal to touch or breathe being dumped into food products; you know, minus all that crud intelligent insects crawl away from when they'll live and flourish on genetically unmodified crude oils. Other much older living Kindoms like bacteria, viruses, fungi, insects, etc., maybe have developed a type of sentience, even wisdom we might not ever achieve, though I do have hope .Oops. I may have turned over the tuna box and set my feet onto it, lol. Maybe that's a hint I should look for some organic, non GMO, no soy soap?ANYway. I searched Amazon for an organic, no GMO, NO SOY mayo so I could begin to reconnect with my yums of youth, which I may have never actually had... I did have honest "yums"; it's the youth I question. I may be getting one of those now, an attitude of youth, even though I'm dying from anti-nutrients not only passed off as, but pushed as "food"?Let the blessings begin, though they probably began with this Slipjack tuna. Here's the blessing I discovered and bought :Wilderness Family Mayonnaise, Certified Organic, 16 fl. oz. jarThat mayo and its family of producers is clearly blessed.But this Skipjack tuna is so good, I finally quit adding even this mayo to it .I take time to scoop the solid tuna meat out of the can and into a cut-glass, fancy dish only to leave some of it in the can for Arzel, though sometimes I put hers in cut-glass, too... until I realized she likes the can method because she can lick the tuna juice clean off the inside... which brings us back to what inspired this comment turned review:Thank you, SW, for each detail in your review, especially for answering the BPA question I had in the back of my mind when I took time to reread.As has been becoming a new habit, I meant to make a brief, off the top comment under a review I particularly appreciated, and ended up with more than the review I intended to write next. Maybe there's some type of magic in a comment box which works for me even better than the review form, though I like the ease of that setup, too.I opened a can of Skipjack before heading out to a local cafe for breakfast this morning; forked lifted some of the thick, lusciously dense meat into my cut-glass bowl, and left a good portion in the can for Arzel. I snarfed up several bites before storing the remainder in the fridge. I considered eating a Larabar Ginger Snap, too, in defense against the varieties of soy I would be eating next, but didn't want to upset my appetite for a DENNY'S senior omelet. Hey! DENNY's is an icon from my youth. I wouldn't abandon it in its struggle through the dark ages of soy. I believe in getting a healthy core of food into me whenever possible, to counteract the soybean overwhelm I always try to work my soul around when eating in cherished restaurants of various types and locations, where I set up my Samsung NF210-A03 10.1-Inch Netbook and type, type, type.Someday maybe GM enhanced Organisms will connect their significant intelligence with some of the innocent good people residing within the GMO soybean pushers paradigm... and communicate to them what REAL FOOD is and precisely why it's real. Maybe that core of realism will spread... like a good virus?Maybe the trick would be to have the good guys alternate bites from a regular can of smashed soy tuna, with bites from this offering of WILD SKIPJACK. YES!!!!Taste buds do have sentience.I'm just saying...I'm too old to use that expression, LOL!Linda Shelnutt
