I am so confused anymore that I don’t remember if I wrote this – or just planned on writing it – so please bear with me. (or put up with the bare essentials of the story).
On the ship one evening we had dinner with three other couples, all of whom were doing back-to-back (normally abbreviated B2B) cruises. They had started in Vancouver around the time we started from Fairbanks, stayed with the ship through the turnaround in Seward and were now heading home. They all lived in or near Vancouver as I remembered.
Partway through the meal one woman remarked that she was going to need a couple of days to get back in the routine of cooking dinner every night. The other two women agreed with her.
George looked at me with a straight face. I looked back and seriously asked – when was the last time I fixed dinner? He didn’t know. Neither did I. Might have done since I have been back from deployment (that would be March 2011) but don’t think so – not if fixing a meal includes him (and anyone else who happens to be home at the time).
Since I was in the UK between Jan 2008-Aug 2010, that time probably doesn’t count – George wasn’t there. Miriam says I did cook there, at least some of the time.
So that leaves me back to late 2007: that is over 4 1/4 years.
I fixed dinner tonight. It was only the two of us but I made spinach and mozzarella & tomato salad to accompany the oven grilled salmon. Not that the flash frozen filets were anywhere as tasty as the fresh caught Alaskan we had been enjoying for the cruise-tour but tossing the filets into some white box wine and covering them with herbs did enhance the flavor some.
So – besides having decent fingernails for the first time in years due to all my protein consumption – am I off the cooking hook till 2016?