Last night, Hugh gave me the nicest compliment that I have heard in a long time; he said that the dinner I made for him was good enough to be served in a fancy restaurant. For the record, the dish I prepared was an Asian infused salmon steak on a bed of bok choy which sounds fancy as all hell, I know but, in reality, was a snap to prepare. It was apparently quite tasty, too although; I wouldn’t know because I would rather lick the scum off the sides of an aquarium than eat fish.
Well, maybe not. The two would actually be pretty similar, I’m thinking.
Anyway, Hugh loved the dish and I now have a go-to recipe for impressing the fish-lovers in our lives.
Speaking of fish, The Teenager has come down with a nasty cold. What? How does The Teenager’s cold have anything to do with fish? It’s simple, really; The Teenager is a Pisces.
Ba, dum, dum, thank you, thankyouverymuch, I’ll be here all week.
So, yes, The Teenager is in misery with a sore throat, cough, sinus congestion, fever and headache. She powered through volleyball practice yesterday despite feeling like dookey and she made it through school today because she had a test in second period and because she didn’t want to take a chance on missing anything in her classes, possibly jeopardizing her standing on the honor roll. I know, I have no idea who this child is, either but; I think I like her.
I’m hoping the rest of us manage to dodge the illness bullet but I am not overly optimistic, in fact, if I were a betting woman, I would lay odds on Hugh succumbing first, followed by the Man-Cub. I personally have no intention of getting sick (she said, flipping the Universe the Bird) because I am the glue that holds this family together (obviously) and we are coming up on a very busy weekend, involving much traveling for sporting events; Hugh will be attending an out-of-town wrestling tournament so, I will shoulder the responsibility of getting the kids where they need to go and illness clearly doesn’t factor into that equation.
Neither does cooking, so; Hugh probably shouldn’t get his hopes up for any more restaurant-quality dinners, me thinks.