I grew up on the Northern Oregon coast and my Mother worked in seafood processing plants. The best seafood caught never makes it past the mothers that work in processing plants. When a boat comes in with a catch on ice only hours old, it’s instantly bought up by the women. My family was two or three paychecks away from being homeless, but we ate better than the brown Caligula residing in the white hut.
I wouldn’t eat factory canned tuna if you paid me. The only canned tuna I will eat now that Mom has passed is from a little family cannery from the town I’m from. Ridiculously expensive, but alder smoked FRESH albacore tuna is incredible.
If you would share the name of that small cannery perhaps we can get them some business.