Lon told me this morning that he probably won't be home for supper this evening so I picked up a dinner-to-go for myself at Atlanta Bread during my lunch break. I ordered half a Salsa Fresca Salmon Salad (grilled wild Alaskan salmon filet on romaine and field greens with fire-roasted black bean and corn salsa and pineapple-mango vinaigrette) and half a Veggie Sandwich (lettuce, tomato, provolone, cucumber, red onion and dill sauce on nine grain bread). Does that sound good or what!
Thus, as I write this while at work (trust me, all of my work is done for the day), my dinner is waiting for me in a brown paper bag on the backseat of my truck. When I arrive at home after work, I'll belly up to our pub table and relish my ready-to-eat meal. I'm expecting both the salad and sandwich to be delicious and oh-so nutritious to boot.
It's 4:15, so I've less than an hour to go before I scoot out the door from work. In five minutes, I'll be home and tending to my growling stomach. If I can control my appetite, I'll snap a picture or two of what will soon disappear.
You're probably wondering why I think this is blog-worthy. Well, it's like this. Lon's tastebuds and mine sing to the tune of differing foods. He wouldn't enjoy this particularmy meal so it's a treat for me to do my own thing. His schedule is mostly unpredictable, so I won't be surprised if he comes waltzing in the door just as I take my first bite! If he does, I'm prepared to simply smile sweetly and say, "So sorry, Charlie."
News Flash: It's 6:15 and my plate is clean. To my great delight, I wasn't walked in on while I devoured my tasty salad and yummy sandwich. I'd like to eat Atlanta Bread's cuisine regularly.