Jim walked in the door after a long day, working at Google, and took stock. Chester’s bowl needed fresh water. It was time for his nightly feeding. He needed to go out for a walk. Check mark for the doggie. Dudley needed to have his evening treat, half a kiwi on his perch plus a few pets so he felt loved. Check mark for the birdie.
Today was Tuesday, which meant snapper and Brussels sprouts for dinner. Start the convection oven, by the time it heated up, the fish would be ready to go in. Get the produce out of the refrigerator, sort it – romaine, tomatoes, celery, red onion for the salad and the Brussels sprouts for the steamer. The fish, don’t forget the fish! A glass pan with the Reynold’s wrap liner, two juicy filets of snapper in parallel, season them with olive oil + lemon + kosher salt + fresh-ground black pepper + dried basil. Off goes the bell and yes! In the oven went the fish. Twenty minutes until dinner – time to walk Chester. That would give Jim ten minutes to get the Brussels sprouts steamed and the tossed salad prepared.
Tuesday meant two other things – laundry (two loads tonight: whites and towels, coloreds waited until Thursday) and brining Wednesday’s chicken. Jim got the whites in the washing machine. They always went first, after all. Better to fold the towels late in the evening than the socks and underwear. Wednesday they ate chicken, so Tuesday evening he soaked the breasts in the brine solution. Check mark for the laundry and the chicken.
Off went the bell again, the fish was ready. He got it out, put it on the plates, tossed the Brussels sprouts in olive oil and kosher salt, made the dressing, and wiped his brow.
Mike walked in the door. “Hi, honey!”
“Hi, sweetheart. Dinner is ready!”
“Sorry, honey, I’m not really hungry tonight.”
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