35,643 boxes, one on top of another, reach roughly 8,900 feet. Packed onto pallets they would fill a small warehouse. Every one of them was taped shut by a person.
Sardines, sure. Also saury, cockles, sprat pâté, cod liver and octopus. The whole point of a monthly box is that you meet things you would never have put in your basket.
2,718 cities. 4,438 ZIP codes. And eight countries.
Three things we are quietly proud of.
11,738 of them, carrying 3,074 written messages. We read them. They are, without exception, better than anything we could write ourselves.
Nobody asked for jokes. We counted them anyway, across all 3,074 gift messages.
493 members have written us a review. These are the words they reach for most, and the parts of the box they talk about.
Every month: three tins you would not have found on your own, a snack or condiment chosen to go with them, something to eat them with, and cards telling you who caught them, which cannery packed them, and what to make for dinner. Every number on this page started with one person deciding to try it.
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