When I was a young girl, we used to tease my grandma about the pound of ground beef she'd get out of the freezer in the morning. Invariably, by noon, Pop would say, "You don't really want to cook tonight, do you? Let's go out to eat." She'd reply, "Are you sure? I don't mind cooking." And we could always count on him to say, "No, let's go out to eat." The ground beef would promptly go back into the freezer. My mom and aunts used to joke that the ground beef was 10 years old...it just kept going in and out of the freezer and never got used.
The last 2 days makes me think that maybe I'm a bit like my grandmother. I took salmon out of the freezer yesterday morning. It was Sunday. Surely, I'd have enough time to make dinner.
5:30 last night I say to my husband: Want to go for a walk?
7:00 (after our walk), my husband says to me: Do you really want to go home and make salmon this late? Let's run through Panera and grab a bite to eat.
Me: (Secretly very glad he suggested it): Are you sure? I can cook.
Husband: No, it's late. Let's just go out.
Me: Oh, ok. (Happy dance inside)
This morning at 7:45 I say to my husband: I'll be home right after school and make the salmon.
Fast forward to this afternoon. I had an IEP meeting that I forgot about. Then I had some reports to look up and emails to return to parents. I was finally ready to leave at 5:55 tonight. I called home.
Me: I'm just now leaving.
Husband: Is it too late to start salmon? I'm really hungry. Want to have hot dogs?
Me: No, I don't want hot dogs. (I can hear Annie yell, Yuck! in the background.)
Husband: Want to go out to eat? Annie and I can meet you in 15 minutes.
Me: OK!! (And once again, a happy dance inside.)
So, the salmon is still in the fridge waiting to be cooked for dinner. I have a feeling that Grandma is smiling down on me as she watches the routine replayed all these years later.