It was over 30 degrees today (For you Americans, that’s like 100 and something), so I had convinced myself that I would just assemble some salads for dinner. At most, I would get a piece of fish or slice up some chicken to go alongside them.
But as always, I got caught up in the excitement of creating something, with the possibility of it being memorable and/or fabulous, so by the time I had reached the grocery store, I was a quivering hot mess of enthusiasm.
Here’s what I decided on:
Crudites of carrots, yellow pepper, celery, including cucumber spears drizzled with lime juice and sprinkled with chili peppers
Arugula salad with warm, sauteed wild mushrooms
Fresh salmon with pasta and peas in a homemade, dill cream sauce
Broiled prosciutto-wrapped asparagus
It was pretty fantastic, though next time when I’m making the cream sauce, I’ll add a little stock to thin it out. Somehow though, the pasta took to it extremely well.
As did my fella.
I considered making a dessert too, but I’m not quite there yet – still haven’t got back my fingerprints yet from the forever-to-be-known-as “chocolate incident.”
There’s mango gelato in the freezer if the boy gets a hankering…