I tried to branch out tonight for supper. With a lovely teriyaki salmon on a bed of rice and broccoli. It tasted fine. Delicious even. But it wasn't walleye. And walleye is the only fish I can eat without getting queasy.
I tried to tell myself that the salmon was sort of fancy. I like to be fancy. Fancy salmon did not do the trick.
Now my house smells like fish, and it's all I can do to focus on happy thoughts. Thoughts of springtime. Thoughts of daffodils. Thoughts of ice cream. Which is what it's gonna take to get my mind off of that fancy piece of salmon I had for supper.