Your waistline and that of your neighbor is at stake. Forget steak, and forego fillets, you can easily save half or more, depending on the form of fried fish. Just Do It, and so donate the dollar difference to those dolloping-up numbers in dire need. Here’s where to go to find it. That’s politics we can all get behind.

Everybody is talking about cutting waste. How to trim the fat? Or chew it, and get lean? (Or you could be Old School German like me and eat the gristle, as in the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man …) So you might start not with your political pundancy but with the pope and your for-various-reasons Friday fish fry. Although your waistline might suffer, up or down. But take heart, bikini season is still about two months off. (One-piecers might like, say, give you three, but look what they’re wearing to the beach these days.) If other, donate the saved food to the increasing number and magnitude of poor.

So, instead of taking in one of those once all-you-could-eat fish fries, for around 15 dollars, or a salmon fillet, (flown in?), bite the bountiful culinary bullet as far as your breading by replacing the flake-off fish-meat, and pay out as little as half that. It could be in the form of a tartar-topped fish sandwich, or a meal itself, or cut the mustard and price even more with something from the deli. Crab meat and the little bit less for lobster might cost much more, ranging up to around $35 per pound, hope you get a lotsa, and you still have to boil it, too.

— This is about stealing signs, and not the opening day baseball kind. Some by one of the local partisan offices must indeed be fearing such, as they’ve been taking haste to haul in the ones for their most prime hopefuls, from in-between the concrete pillars, and not the political kind, each night at closing time. Some of the stark messages on them are smudged on with black paint.

But some signs are just too big to be lugged away without attracting attention. The largest can be seen in each election at a house made into several apartments a block to the north, or at a designer construction business put aside its doors just a block to the south and pumping (for justice) Brad S. and Brian S. by name. A much smaller banner in square footage but still in the neighborhood is one pushing for a “yes” school referendum vote at a long established business catering to kids. So I guess you can bank on these things, as someone has to pay the fiddler eventually with taxation, if your company has been proven financially successful enough to be around for decades. —

So forego the Musk mussels with mongo money-making forms of marinade, and also multiple merlot, and consider the following, walleye over that T fish. A smattering of local prices, from my immediate area, for salmon and scallops and shrimp and such, (based on the couponing sheets that keep coming from the postal carrier):

— At County Market, leading off an ad, $8.99 a pound for Atlantic salmon, the good stuff as in the form of fillets and not the fish equivalent of chopped liver, paired for comparison sake, alongside premium salad kits at rates around $5 to $7 per pound, although sold in ounce-based smaller units. A price from back in December, from before Thanksgiving to right before Christmas, again for comparison sake, is walleye fillets or breaded strips for $6.99 for a package of up to a pound, and large marinated shrimp skewers, defined as 4 ounces, three for $5. 

— At Subway, you can get a full footlong tuna sub for $6.99, or other varieties including all-veggie-that-matters as in up to about a dozen and you can get meat too, for $7.99. Also, buy a footlong (most any kind) and get a free six-inch. And for a single six-inch, $4.99.

— At Perkins, which can be your Denny’s alternative, which often has been slightly cheaper in some cases, you can get for under $10 crispy cod sandwich or double catch.

— At Arby’s, hawked is the Kings Hawaiian fish deluxe sandwich, at participating locations in the U.S. (no word on Canada or Mexico) while (can be tricky these days) supplies last.

— Across the highway at Culver’s, (hi Mike), they suggest getting that fish fry feeling with the Wisconsin (and Minnesota) tradition on hand-battered North Atlantic (not the south part) cod and butterfly jumbo shrimp, and for the sandwich version you can use a coupon for $1 off a value basket.

— At Applebee’s its welcome to the Big Easy for $11.99 for any of the Bourbon Street mushroom swiss burger, Bourbon Street steak, Bourbon Street chicken and sausage penne, Bourbon Street chicken and shrimp, and (not necessarily Bourbon Street) blackened shrimp and sausage penne, (may be for limited time).

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