I did something I’ve never done before last night. I had a cooking disaster from using too much salt. Last time I ordered kosher salt on an Instacart order they were out of the regular box and so they got me a smaller size, in a canister. It is labeled exactly the same as my normal box but the flakes are much bigger and I keep over-salting things. I can’t seem to get used to it.
Last night I grated two summer squashes and put them in a pan with some butter and cooked them until they were almost starting to brown. We cooked some gluten-free penne and mixed the squash in, along with about half a cup of the pasta water. We added a handful of basil and parmesan and some pepper. It looked and smelled really good.
Somewhere along the way I evidently had used way too much salt. I mean I used WAY too much salt. I took a bite and thought perhaps I just needed to stir it up a bit to distribute the salt. Nope. It was SOOOOO salty we couldn’t even eat it. We each had about a bite and a half and realized we were going to have to dump it.
I was profoundly, well, embarrassed for myself.
We shared a frozen pizza.
Win some, lose some.
I still have two zucchini so I may try again tonight.
It was a hospital morning today. Ernie’s scan was scheduled for 9 am. We got there a bit early and I kid you not, he was done by 9:02. Which would have been great except that we had to wait until 10:45 for his blood draw. Eh. I’m anxious about the scan results but I feel like we’ve been waiting for this forever, well, for four rounds of chemo anyway. Now we wait again.
We got home and he had a quick phone call with Health Alliance. Fortunately, I think that’s it for the day. We see Vasireddy and then chemo tomorrow. Let’s all wish for Pod Four.
I’m trying to convince Ernie that it’s ok to nap during the day. Hattie is trying to encourage him as well.