Fairly generic tuna salad, but feel like the ratios are perfect:
1 can tuna in olive oil
1 medium sized tomato and red onion, chopped in small pieces
1 green chilli and some parsley chopped
2 tablespoons mayo
1 hefty teaspoon Dijon
A drizzle of hot sauce (i did a mango habanero)
Lime, Salt and pepper to taste (don’t use lime in the batch)
No lettuce, nothing. Just a buttered lightly toasted bread. Did a ciabatta yesterday. 10 min job max. Could add celery.
Remove the parsley and that sounds decent
I prefer celery instead of onion in my tuna sandwich
Shittest sandwich is tuna, mayo and sweetcorn.
Particularly if served with an ice cream scoop from one of those massive tubs where the tuna has been exposed all day. Literally smells like rancid fanny 
Rhouses two thirds of the way there.
It’s like going down on a ginger burd in PVC leggings you’ve just pulled in Rankey’s.
(I do like tuna, but only really the way the Japs do it)
Close enough. It’s one of my favourite Korean banchans, ex taught me in college because it’s so easy to make. Tuna, mayo, sweet corn, salt and pepper in a bowl. Mix and throw it in a microwave for a couple of minutes. Delicious with some sticky rice, and a nice counter to the kimchi spices and gochujang.
You could skip the mayo in my tuna salad if you’re looking for something fresher. And agree on the parsley Rich, should be optional.
Fuck off with your downvote Dave.
The only thing worse than mixing tuna with mayo and sweetcorn is then heating the fucker up which only increases the horrific odour.
Same with tuna and pasta bake. A truly Stephen King level of horror.
I was skeptical but it’s lovely and still make it as a side dish. Get some crispy seaweed and slap together a kimbap with it as well.
I enjoy a tuna mayo sandwich, two non negotiable points:
1) No sweetcorn.
2) Tinned tuna must be Ortiz. Completely different power level to that absolute fucking prick John West.
mono-stereo A jar of Ortiz Albacore tuna is magical
My favourite is when you go to Subway and they put two sandwiches in the grill/oven at once, on that metal tray fished out of Fred Dibnah’s scrapyard circa 1978, yours and some cunt who has ordered tuna mayo (scooped out with an ice cream scoop and smeared all over their disgusting, fetid bread with that smearer), and before you can stop them and say “actually, I’ll have mine un-toasted” it’s in there, your Meatball Marinara infused with the hideous stench and taste of rancid fanny.
Ooooh will search Ortiz out. John West is the bougie option out here, used to be addicted to their smoked oysters, not gonna lie. Even better with a spicy shinramen.
