I declare tonight Fish Night. It's been awhile, and with a bikini calling my name starting Sunday (I'm so outta here, to Mexico with my long-time, KK-friend Michelle - thank you Michwheat, thank you Caribbean!), I'm definitely thinking dinner on the uh, lighter side. I tried on a pile o' summer clothes to figure out what on Earth I'm going to pack, and well, it was the annual Post-Winter Bummer. Let's just say that afterward I hit the self-tanner pretty hard, and rushed out for a pedicure, both of which helped a bit. And of course, I keep in mind that 'tis the season; I mean, it's more than a bit shocking for any of us Minnesotans to go from wearing turtlenecks and sweaters and thick socks and jeans and boots and hats and scarves and gloves to...(gasp) almost nothing! Which is what a tank and skirt feel like right about now! I know that by the end of the trip, I'll be sporting a pareo and flip-flops like it's no big damn deal. (Just in time to come back to turtlenecks and sweaters and thick socks...sigh...) Not to mention, I'll be hitting the poolside tortilla chips, guaaaaahcamole, and beer (one of my uber-favorite,
vaca-indulgence combos) without much prompting. Ole, baby! So until then, I'll just close my eyes, strip down (sort of), and dive in... (Eeeek!)Of course it helps that Spring Break these days is a mellow, relaxing, luxurious affair. You know, clean, comfortable, healthy. Basically nothing in common with my first Spring Break vaca, Daytona 1987. First of all, no tanning beds before I leave (oh how I wish I had never done that)! Cami Sue, where are you? (Just kidding, I know where you are, mourning the loss of Brent Favre, sorry man...) But Jenny, Elizabeth, and Sigma Chis, where are you? (Yes, that is me with the uber-tacky blonde hair, what can I say - it was the '80s and I loved it that horrific, ridiculous way.) Hopefully wearing more sunblock (as in some?) and drinking a lot less beer (Budweiser sponsored our trip, ew), than on that raunchy trip. I've never been that sickeningly tan, or lived off worse food (Burger King and donuts,
yuck), or slept in closer quarters (three-to-a-bed, yuck again) in my life. (I'd bet the smell of Panama Jack tanning oil would take me right back, or something...) If nothing else, it was mos def a Very Memorable Experience!Soooo, anyhoo, back to Fish Night (got a little off-track there, reminiscing again, sorry). A take on the roasted halibut with aromatic broth I posted a while back. Cod tonight (looked fresher than the halibut), plus I'm adding artichoke and capers to the broth since, well, they sound good to me. I picked up a nice-looking, whole-grain baguette at Whole Foods, and that should do us. Hey, no matter what, it sure beats Burger King, donuts, and beer...
