tuesday, i’m so glad you’re here.
monday was being a real monday, if you know what i mean.
you know when you walk into starbucks and you look at the person in front of you and you just know they’re going to be that person? it’s like it’s their very first time ordering coffee. and of course, they order a mocha because it isn’t even coffee (i say in my super judgmental monday before coffee voice, which really, is all their fault).
woman:“a small mocha.” barista: a tall? “no no, a small.” holds up cup. “oh ok yeah.” what kind of milk? “just regular.” like 2%? “yea. oh and can i get a flavor?” a syrup? what kind? “what kinds do you have? oh they’re hanging on the wall in big gigantic letters right in front of my face. let me see………..vanilla.” whip cream? “ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok.” put cups in queue. “ooohhhh and i’ll get something to eat. hm, i’ll do a breakfast sandwich….something, reduced fat….” by this point, i’m in so much pain just standing here watching this happen that it’s like this woman is dragging her fingernails across a chalkboard. “i’ll do spinach and feta”. that’ll be $8.67. “oh let me find my wallet. it’s somewhere here.” it’s literally more painful than water tower place at the holidays. you know, when people just stop moving wherever they are to take a photo and you think to yourself, i have got to start being a better person because i think this is what hell feels like.
at this point, i nearly just pay for her so she can move out of my way and i can get my grande coffee but then i would feel like an enabler and so instead i just stand there, in awe that this is happening and praying she doesn’t need to write a check. have you stood behind someone writing a check recently? my fingernails grow faster than that process.
anyway, to continue this pointless story – i meet her down at the end where she’s waiting for her drink and she looks at me, amazed that i’ve caught back up with her. she had this smirk and i looked at her like her purpose of being in this place is to ruin my whole day.
but it’s not. she’s not. it’s just monday and she just wanted a mocha. and maybe she’s from a small town and maybe this starbucks on michigan avenue is a little overwhelming. maybe it’s like my first day here when i didn’t know if the little red buttons on the bus were emergency stop buttons or if they did the same thing as pulling the chain down so i just sat there staring at people, willing for someone to push the red button so i would know. that one less thing in this big huge chaotic scary city would be an unknown thing.
maybe this woman was just willing someone to press the red stop button on the bus. because she sat down and asked us if the road outside was chestnut and she had her map up on her phone and she had a face, like she was thinking hard and trying to anticipate the next move but not totally sure what that move should be.
life has kind of felt like standing behind that woman in line at starbucks lately. it’s like i’ve been willing life to press that red stop button on the bus so i would know already. i want to know. i want to move forward. i want decisions to be made. and i want it done faster.
and my level of annoyance with that woman in starbucks was a good old reminder to chill the heck out. i know i keep talking about it but i always get this way this time of year. stupid birthdays
. why do they have to come around so often? and why do they always make me feel like i’m stuck in neutral?
let’s talk food. this salmon has been a go-to of mine for years. yearrssss. my mom either heard about it or made it up at one point and then i tweaked and added to it a bit. it’s super simple. brown sugar, soy, olive oil, little white wine. pop in oven. donezo and you’re a gourmet chef. it’s silly easy.
i cooked up some green beans with a mushroom and sage olive oil – my all time favorite vegetable. i have to make double what i want for dinner because i stand over the pan plucking them out because they’re so divine.
also i realize this is the most gigantic salmon of all time. it’s like the big bertha of the sea.. thanks, scott.
- 2 salmon fillets
- 1/3 cup brown sugar
- 1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
- 2 tablespoons dry white wine (pinot grigio, chardonnay, sauv blanc)
- 3 tablespoons lower sodium soy sauce
- 2 tablespoons lemon juice
- preheat oven to 400.
- in a small bowl, combine brown sugar, evoo, white wine, soy sauce and lemon.
- place salmon in oven safe dish, top with marinade.
- pop into oven for 15 to 20 minutes, until cooked thoroughly