Oil. It's a new family tradition: sardines in the stocking
. Actually, we were at the store doing last minute shopping (can anyone commiserate with me---hubby sent me with *three* teenagers to do Christmas shopping! The horror!) and one spied the sardines as I was picking up some tuna. Up went the clammor and I teasingly told them if they didn't shush, they were getting cans of sardines in their stockings. The thought was so funny and outrageous, we all stood there giggling like a pack of mad hyenas---and then the amusement started all over again at the sight of Budha's face Christmas morning when they pulled sardines out! Oh my. What fun!