With Americans welcome almost no place these days, I decided not to go to Spain, Italy, Japan, Australia, or New Zealand for the tuna I am unable to buy here. While I was very pleased by the eagerness of all the good persons of this forum to straighten me out, the underlying realty seemed to be that tuna stinks no matter what you do to it. On my next medical check-up, I intended to tell my doctor to save his breathe, that I was prepared to die prematurely rather than eat tuna. Further, I didn't want to hear about Omega-3 fatty acids anymore.
Subsequently, at the food market, as I was reading labels on a variety of canned sea dwelling creatures (most of which I wouldn't be caught dead eating), I noticed a young woman patiently waiting for me to make a choice and getting out of the way. My excessive apologies led to an exchange of pleasantries and then a spirited dialogue over the merits of fish oils. Until then, I had no idea that reading tuna fish cans was a great way to meet beautiful women.
Well let me get to the bottom line. I learned that sardines have much more Omega-3 than tuna, plus calcium. This lovely person recommended King Oscar sardines (the two layer size) packed in olive oil, I was so smitten I bought four cans. I don't know if this is all in my mind, but I loved those dinky little sardines which I ate in a sandwich with sliced tomatoes and onions and a can of beer. Who knows, had my tutor been an ugly old hag, I probably would still be moaning about stinky sea food. As it is, problem solved.