Sunday Supper

When I was going out the door, keys in hand, I happened to ask Husband what I should buy for supper.
He answered Salmon.  My spine stiffened as well as it was able and I responded that it could be pricey, plus, I don’t know how to cook it.  I grew up in a house with 5 kids and Grandma, a mother who didn’t get home until the 6 o’clock bus, and a dad who put too much of his paycheck on booze.  We ourselves raised three sons when he had a minimum wage job and no medical insurance.  I know about cooking pots of spaghetti, casseroles, one chicken makes three meals for five people.

Husband nodded because he has heard all this before, so as I ran out of breath and oomph, he said that one of his co-workers talks often about how they have salmon at her house, and it can’t be that hard to cook if we found a recipe, and we really should try new things.  Besides, he earns enough these days, it’s the weekend, and I should check the seafood aisle.

Then Chris chimed in.  He just had salmon the other night at dinner with his girlfriend and her parents, and No, salmon is not that hard to cook.  It would be better than trying to eat out. 
We could pull out the Foreman grill and be just fine.
I am out-numbered, and here it is for a Good thing.

The place in town where I can get yarn in Christmas colors, which is on the supply list for my Community Ed class, and also seafood, is WALMART.

There it was salmon, steak form, I think.  Farm-raised, about $4 a pound.  Big hunk, nice color.

So I looked up the recipe book that came with the Foreman grill.  Thai salmon steaks.
I followed it exactly except for the fresh parsley.  I soaked some dried parsley in water for several minutes, then added it to the sauce.

Beside it was some (Near East brand) garlic and onion couscous.  Some steamed broccoli/cauliflower/carrot mix.

I stirred the sauce.  Chris cleared the table, Husband timed and tested the salmon.  All of us in the kitchen at the same time and doing good things.
Supper is so much nicer these days than when I was growing up.  It’s times like this that I am glad my church congregation doesn’t do a routine service on Sunday evenings. 

We sat down to some fine Eats.
~~love and Huggs, Diane