We did something like that with Mackeral. Jack Mackeral. Poor man's Salmon.
Oh man.
That's evil stuff.
As you know, I do accounting books for a food pantry in the big city.
They have to discard a lot of food, especially canned goods.
I won't deal with canned food, myself; only fresh or frozen.
But three years ago, I thought of something.
Food rots, decays, and turns into fertilizer.
Where I live has good soil and all that, but more doesn't hurt.
So two times a year, a truck comes here and drops off many cases (and singles) of canned foods that even patrons of a food pantry don't want.
I spend most of a whole day out on the front porch, opening cans. I use a heavy-duty manual can-opener, so one can imagine the wear-and-tear on the right hand, by the time I'm done.
I dump all the food from the cans--corn, peas, beans, potatoes, onions, soups, peaches, fruit cocktail, pineapple, and yes dead fish--into a large basin, and when the basin is full, I take it over to the "garden" and dump it, leaving it to rot and decay and enrich the soil.
I am not fond of gardening, nor do I have a green thumb, but the garden here in full bloom is a cause for envy by many around here.
Some might construe this as "wasteful," what with so many people in need, but at this end, it's the best possible use. These are "rejects" from food pantries, and sometimes even long-expired--and this being the Sandhills of Nebraska, the cost to ship the goods elsewhere wherever there is a need would be prohibitive, not worth it.
So it's either full cans in the landfill, or fertilizing the soil here.