World’s Easiest and Most Delicious Salmon Ever

Ok– first of all, is this becoming a food blog? Because it kind of feels like it right now. Lately I’ve been all like “I love healthy food!” “Surprise– I’m dating spaghetti squash!” I don’t know. We’ll see. It’s weird.

All I know is that cooking salmon makes me feel like a freaking adult. When I was in college, and someone was cooking salmon for dinner, it was always met with a raised eyebrow look that silently said “Yo. Respect.” or a verbal response of someone else in the kitchen saying,”Ugh. I need to make salmon more often.” And then the person cooking the salmon being like, “You really should.” in earnest encouragement. It was almost like telling someone to call their grandparents more often. #salmonculture amiright?

Fast forward to last night when I looked in the fridge. I see salmon. I see butter. I see success. So I go to my favorite cookbook, Google, and type four magical words: “salmon butter recipe easy”

What is returned to me is the world’s most perfect recipe hug from my close friend, the one and only Martha Stewart. (I love when you’re reading an article and the writer includes the phrase “my close friend” when introducing someone really fancy. It’s such a casual and obnoxious way to brag. I’m going to start doing that on here very often.) I knew this recipe was perfect when I read that there were only five ingredients:

Salmon. Duh.
Butter. Yes, please.
Salt, Pepper. A given.
Parsley No thanks.

I’m going to link to the recipe, but just to prove how disgustingly easy this recipe is to make, I’m going to boil it down to all you really need to know:

Oven at 475. Melt the butter in the oven on a cookie sheet for one minute. Put the salmon on the pan. Healthily sprinkle it with salt and pepper. Cook it for like 10 minutes.

And then eat it.

Suddenly, you’re a fancy, adult lady eating salmon for dinner.

For posterity: Recipe here.

Spaghetti Squash: A Love Story.

Girl loves Pasta.
Girl gets burned by Pasta one time too many and decides to go 100 days without Pasta.
She needs a break.
It takes a few false starts, but she finally ends all communication.
At first it’s so hard.
But slowly, she begins to find herself in the wonders of getting rid of the junk in her life.
She sleeps better.
She has more energy.
She feels lighter.
She feels great.
It feels like years since she’s been able to look at herself in the mirror and truly be proud of the woman she sees.
Her friends are thrilled and supportive.
They always liked Pasta, but knew that he wasn’t good for her.
He had too much baggage.
And he made her feel terrible about herself.
They rejoice at the fact that they never hear her complaining anymore about random stomach aches Pasta was giving her.
She never has to find excuses to leave when they’re hanging out because of something he’s done to her.
It’s been a while since she was out on her own like this.
Weeks go by.
This is her new normal.
But something is still missing.
When she feels ready, she decides to take a chance and go out with someone new.
It’s someone her friends have been telling her about for years.
Spaghetti Squash.
Apparently, everybody loves him.
“Just like Pasta, but so much less hurt,” They say.
“Super easy to make, comforting, and loves Autumn– just like you,” They say.
“You deserve this!” They say.
“He’ll be so good for you!” They say.

“I like a bad boy,” She says.
“He’s too safe,” She says.
“We literally have nothing in common,” She says.
Secretly, she wonders if she deserves a relationship so healthy in her life.
But she’s ready to try anything.
Lately, she’s been missing her old flame.
Sometimes finds herself stalking him on the internet.
She’s pissed at seeing all the new girls he’s hooking up with, but not surprised at all.
He’s such a slut.
She sort of feels jealous of his new ladies, but also feels bad because she knows they’ll eventually get hurt too.
“Run! Before it’s too late!” She mentally screams at the screen.
It takes a little bit of scheduling to get Spaghetti Squash on the calendar.
He’s super popular and very busy.
She’s still been playing hard to get, but really, she’s intimidated and doesn’t want to actually commit.
It’s almost that she’s afraid that she’ll like him as much as everyone knows she will.
When she googles him, she’s encouraged when she finds only good things.
So many mutual friends with nothing but positive things to say.
They finally agree on a day.
She tells all her friends she’s dreading it.
She tells them it’s never going to be the same as it was with Pasta.
She knows that’s what everyone says, even though it’s rarely ever true.
But nobody understands what a strong connection they had.
It was truly one for the ages.
Romeo and Juliette. Aly and Noah. Jessica and Nick. Winona and Johnny.
They tell her “You never know. What’s the worst that could happen? You try something new once and then you never have to try it again.”
The day comes.
She would never admit it, but she’s excited.
She puts on her best sauce.
The one that’s never let her down.
It feels familiar.
She spend three hours simmering as their date approaches.
She feels ready.
Finally, they meet.She takes a bite.
It is different than what she’s known.
But in a good way.
Feels like home.
And he was right there all along.
She’s excited to see where this goes.

On My Wish List: Adult Lunch Box

Ever since starting my 8-5 office job in August, I’ve done my healthy, holistic, adult-lady very best at bringing my lunch to work everyday. I’ve had so many jobs in the past where I find myself heading out to pick up unhealthy and relatively cheap, but ultimately expensive meals. Everyday. My waistline and my wallet are always super bummed out at me when I majorly fail at planning ahead and pack a lunch and I’m just not into letting them down anymore. They have a hard enough time as it is. This goal not helped by the fact that my office is on a street lined with delicious (yes, delicious) fast food options AND my office provides lunch brought in from some of my favorite restaurants on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Lunches that I’m in charge of ordering. And picking up. Resulting in my car smelling richly of cheese pizza, burgers and fries and Mexican food. Not cool.

So far, I’ve done really well and I do my best to mix it up and make meals for myself that feel special, but a grand total of THREE of my coworkers asked if I was sick as the only logical justification as to why I would be eating soup out of a sad looking Tupperware for lunch. This while they each ate piping hot slices of cheese pizza right in front of my face felt. No. Not sick. I just like soup, OKAY!?

All this to say, all I want is for my beautiful, shining, hour long break from 12:00-1:00 is food that excites me and encourages me to carry on through the day, you know? Just a little, shining beacon of hope that working at a desk for 42 hours of my week isn’t actually crushing my soul.

Enter the metal lunchbox. This little baby has been on my wishlist for months, but now that I have a real reason to use it, I think it might be time to justify a splurge. There’s something old-timey and wonderful about it that reminds me of a small schoolboy taking his lunch to school during the Cold War. Maybe he’s named Nicolas. Maybe he’s not. Either way, it’s pure function with accidental style. A rare find.

That, and the fact that I like sections. In my lunches. And in life. More on this later.