August 16, 2012
I’ve been living the single life lately. The gentleman’s been off on a trip to the States, so it’s just me in this big ol’ apartment, typety-typing away. (Bizarrely, I buy the same amount of groceries.) There are certain advantages to the single lady life: sleeping spread-out, diagonally on the bed; watching Pride and Prejudice with dinner minus any eye-rolling. But when it comes to dinner, it’s a constant battle against that little voice in my head: “It’s just for you. You’ve got no one to cook for. And you’ve been working all day! You went for a jog! Why not just step out and get something quick to-go?”
This is one of the dishes that’s been helping me battle eating a mountain of falafel every night. Beautifully fresh salmon from the fishmonger’s or the farmer’s market (if there is one that day), marinated in soy sauce, rubbed with brown sugar and baked to rich, caramel-crusted doneness. It’s sort of teriyaki-esque, I guess? Whatever, it makes an awesome dinner with quinoa and spinach, and the pizza place and the Chinese takeout place haven’t seen me in their doorways, makeupless and hungry at midnight, so far.