Zabars has a large, reasonably priced prepared food section. I see something interesting: a salmon loaf. It looks like an orange meatloaf. I ask the surly guy behind the counter if it's any good. "I have no idea; I've never tried it," he responds. Despite the loaf's questionable appearance and lack of endorsement, I get one. It's wrapped, price-stickered, and handed over. Next I walk over to the Bakery section and get Alexander a big beautiful berry muffin. While there, I see the brioche rolls and imagine them filled with something good. I think more about the salmon loaf and imagine the conversation I’ll be having with Alexander if I purchase it. It would likely begin with, “That looks disgusting; I'm not having it. Make me pasta.” I play out the conversation in my mind and then sheepishly return to the surly counter-guy and tell him I’ve changed my mind. He doesn’t care. I buy two pre-made tuna burgers to put between the brioche rolls, and feel more confident that Alexander will be pleased with my purchases.
I get home and find an email from Hazel.
I love reading your blog but I do have to wonder about something, and I say this with no sarcasm, mean-spiritedness, etc. You are a brilliant and creative woman. You like and appreciate good food whether it be a hot dog or some dish with an unpronounceable, unrecognizable name. When I read, however, of your cooking disasters when you try new dishes, it never ceases to surprise me that you think there is a chance in hell that they might taste good! Ick!...Now your pork chops (she’s referring to a simple WW recipe for honey-mustard pork chops), that is a great recipe with no turnips, parsnips, or spaghetti squash. I loved it.
Dinner is a major hit. We eat while watching episodes from the first season of Modern Family. I love laughing with my son.
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