Social Salmon Chunks.

Lately, for whatever reason but probably a result of something fatal, I have been feeling… sociable.

I know!! I’m as stunned as you are! I’ll tell you what. Let’s not make any rash or sudden moves and I think we can get through this.

Being the social butterfly that I suddenly am I met Tammie at Whole Foods in Oakville yesterday. We chatted as we walked up and down the aisles, and that’s probably going to tide me over for a few weeks. (Like I said, no rash or sudden moves here people!)

I came home with chunks of smoked salmon (and some other assorted items). The salmon was, in theory, for enjoyment by my husband but instead of letting him eat it I’ve been sneaking into the kitchen to pop it into my mouth. Better than candy, people. Better than candy. If it wasn’t, I dunno, $400 for the small package? I’d be buying it weekly. I’d WALK to Oakville to pick up the chunks of salmon and the Green & Blacks “Butterscotch Luxury” chocolate bars that I foresee myself addicted to in the near future because MY GOD that shit kicks ass. As much as I like food – in general – I have a wicked soft spot for food that makes me weak in the knees. And the smoked salmon and butterscotch chocolate bars make me weak ALL OVER. Downright wobbly.

I’m drooling right now just thinking about it. God.

Today looks as if it will be busy – I’ve got some writing to finish up for a client, lemon juice to purchase for my tabbouleh, dogs to wrangle outside in the excessive heat (followed, I suspect, by a nice cold shower) and various things to tidy up around the house. Clearly I will need that salmon to sustain me. And the chocolate, too. Let us not forget the chocolate.