Late this afternoon, Donna asked, “Do you know what I want for dinner?”
A couple hours earlier we had the typical what’s for dinner conversation. We ran down what protein was available in the freezer, named the usual suspects as far as meals went and ended up not coming to any conclusions as nothing mentioned jumped right out at either of us.
My reply, of course, “No. What would you like for dinner?”
She was watching Chopped on Food Network, so I braced for anything.
Her answer, “A Filet-O-Fish from McDonald’s.”
She had just seen an Arby’s commercial advertising their fish sandwiches as two for six bucks. But they are served on a sesame seeded bun, which she can’t have, so McDonald’s seed free bun came to mind. This is not a totally out of left field suggestion, about once every 5 or 6 months she’ll just have a hankering for a fried fish patty, slathered in tartar sauce on a steamed bun. She always orders it without cheese, for two reasons; one, the pasteurized processed American cheese is horrible and two, it usually guarantees a fresh sandwich, not one that has been sitting under a heat lamp for who knows how long. I ordered my usual Big Mac.
As we sat at our booth waiting for them to bring our meal to us, I asked her had she seen my Instagram post for the day. “Not yet,” she said. I pulled out my phone and opened it to my picture of the day, posted around six hours earlier:
