One of the first things hubby asks in the morning is “What’s for dinner?” You’ve got to be kidding me! My only concern that early is if there is coffee, and am I in any condition to make it.
I love to shop at Costco. Not only can I have a free lunch by grazing at all the little “Hot/Caliente” carts, I can buy a year’s supply of toilet paper and underwear that costs under $75. The last time I went to Costco, I bought a huge chunk of salmon, Christmas stamps that will last me 2 seasons, and a bottle of vitamin C that won’t fit on my shelf.
So, I get home and decide to have salmon for dinner. There’s enough for at least 10 meals, so I cut it up and freeze most of it. Then I start to pan fry the little pieces I saved for tonight’s dinner. Hubby likes to have a juicy meal – gravy with chicken, saucy stir-fry, and lots of spaghetti sauce with his noodles. I look in the refrigerator for some kind of sauce – nothing. Holy Moly, what am I going to do? Wait, I see some little packages from carry out. I confiscate everything; you never know when a squeeze of ketchup is going to come in handy. Let’s see, I have hot mustard and soy sauce from China House, regular mustard from Wendy’s, and Arby’s sauce. Hmmm, Arby’s sauce sounds good. I mix a little Arby’s with the soy sauce. What’s in that little jar? Oh, capers. I must have made something 8 years ago that called for capers. Why not? I add a few capers and pour it over the salmon.
The meal is over. Hubby usually won’t say anything unless he likes the dinner. Some men belch; some men retire to the sofa and sleep; my hubby will say something like, “New recipe?” or “Did you write it down?” He knows that if I make something up, it will probably be the only time he’ll ever get it.
He likes my Thanksgiving meals, though, because I make the same thing every year. If I vary anything, boy, do I hear about it! He’s a routine kind of a guy. For years it was Raisin Bran for breakfast, now I can’t keep enough split pea soup on hand for his lunch.
I remember the time I tried a new meatloaf recipe. He knew right away. “Don’t mess with the meatloaf!”
Little does he know that I just shake and add stuff to the meatloaf without measuring. It is actually different every time – shhh, don’t say anything.
Back to the salmon – it turned out pretty tasty, even if I do say so myself. Hubby didn’t say anything – but at least he ate it. Oh well, the Arby’s packets are gone, so he won’t be getting that sauce any time soon – unless we have carry out from Arby’s.