Grilled salmon for dinner tonight. The charcoal was lit, and the spinach, onion, and garlic I had prepared yesterday was out on the counter for a quick saute.
It was supposed to be dinner for 2, but my love suddenly got called to the hospital for a "non-emergency emergency." His father was being taken by ambulance from the nursing home for a quick looksee after fainting. These ER visits have been lasting between 7 and 10 hours, and while he changed out of his work clothes to head out, I fixed him 2 fried-egg sandwiches with cheese (and onion I cut up yesterday) for the road.
Home alone for the evening, then, I grilled the salmon.
And I ate the salmon. All of the salmon. Screw the spinach. Tossing and stirring and cleaning the stove and washing the skillet. I didn't feel like it tonight. I just didn't feel like it. So there.
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