Swing and a miss

I made salmon with a mustard garlic glaze & sugar snap peas for dinner.

The salmon was a wee bit past its prime going in. But I figured the mustard would perk it up.

It didn't. Tastes funny. Not edible.

But there are the peas! Crisp and delicious. Or rather, they should have been. But they taste dry and stringy, not sweet and delectable like they usually do. It's possible I undercooked them, or that I just got an old bunch. In any case, I'm left with a plate full of bad food. This depresses me. I know how to cook, this dinner should have been a cakewalk! Where are my mad Chefty skillz?

I wish John Irving would write a sequel so I could find out what Garp's been up to. Surely if he were here (and existed, and, like, came over for dinner), he'd know where I went wrong.

In other news...detox during week two has been up and down. I did OK during the week and was feeling pretty good. Um, except for 4th of July--when the rest of the country was scarfing down burgers and potato salad, I had Mexican, and then some pre-fireworks candy. But last night, I really fell off the wagon. Got on the booze train, then joined the P-funk revolution.

This morning...felt a bit bleary and knew that the only cure was eggs & toast & coffee.

This afternoon...there was the hazelnut gelato that, seriously, no one could have resisted.

And tonight...is Bollywood night. Which can mean only one thing:

Gin & tonics.

Phaedras said last week that sometimes, life assaults. Ain't that the truth.

Menu for tomorrow still under review but likely to include a delicious corn/pea/fava bean salad from this month's Food&Wine.

In the meantime, how good does this sound?

Ramekins would be a swell present for Chefty, if anyone's asking.