I recall that in Monterey's salad days, the canneries were kept in business by Portuguese fishermen, who kept them supplied with sardines.
Now, in Portugal, I'm reminded of that fact, as the sardine is king during the months without Rs (May, June, July, August). Walk the promenade along the beach from Cascais to Oeiras, and you will smell them roasting on coals. They smell great, but they're just too bony for me to enjoy eating them.
Painting them is a lot of fun, though. This attempt isn't finished yet, but I think it's coming along swimmingly.