I often refer to myself as a “feminist, seafood enthusiast, bookworm, and blogworm.” My writing, though, usually only highlights three out of the four of those aspects of my identity.
So I decided to devote a post to my love of seafood, because anyone who knows me is aware that I am just as passionate about seafood as I am about, say, reproductive justice. In other words, it’s an extremely important part of my life. My mother has said that watching me eat salmon is a lot like watching a kid open gifts on Christmas morning.
But the cool thing is that salmon can happen way more often than just once per year. Like, for example, on a Sunday night at the end of January.
And so, here you have it: grilled salmon, broccoli sauteed in olive oil and garlic, and a baked potato with cheese and sour cream on top. (I’m Polish, so sour cream goes on everything–twice. I’ve finally come to accept that this will always be the case no matter how health-conscious I am.)