Yes, I'm still here. Been working away on my vegetable garden and my yard – tunnel vision, a family trait according to my mother. Works for me. Anyway, on the topic of food (oh gee, another passion,) I’ve been adding fresh fish to my diet. I’d add more if I could catch me a successful fisherman, but that’s another story…
I bought some wild-caught rockfish from my usual butcher/fish-mongering store. Plopped the fish into a hot skillet while simultaneously cooking an artichoke and melting butter (don’t you just marvel at my multi-tasking skills?). It was all coming together until I took a look at the fish…and…there was a friggin worm wiggling out of the lovely fillet. And not liking the heat it encountered. And me not liking the entire scene…
Instant flashback to a time when I was married and adding fish to our diet for its amazing health benefits. The back-story is I have a very weak stomach. Total wimp. Faint at the sight of human blood. Gag easily at gross stuff. Amazing that I actually enjoy cooking…
So I’d cooked a delicious and healthy meal: rockfish and assorted vegetables. My husband and I at table, plates aready, when I glance across and spot a green worm wiggling out of the bite of white fish speared on the fork, on the way to his mouth. He was talking away but quickly noticed I was gagging and pointing and discerned something was horribly wrong. That was the end of that meal.
This evening I immediately phoned my bff Melissa to regale this little adventure. I do love to shock her. Case in point: She’s still telling the story about the time at age 14 when we were discussing THE FACTS OF LIFE and she commented that her parents had only done IT two times, she and her sister. I told her “that’s nonsense, your parents do IT all the time.” And she was horrified and frankly didn’t believe me. Ah, the benefits of having an older brother.
Anyway Melissa was suitably upset at my wormy fish tale. And recalled she’d eaten sushi just last week.
My dogs were delighted at their fishy meal. My artichoke was excellent.
I've been thin. I've been fat. Fat, thin. Thin, fat. My cholesterol levels just kept climbing. But no more. My journey on "The Primal Blueprint" low-carb plan.
