Usually my husband is the one who creates our dinners, but tonight I knew he would be very late so I suggested I would take care of dinner. I sent him out for a run as soon as he came home and prepared a lovely salad for us.
Placed 3 different salads (incl. wild rucola/ arugula) on plates, I boiled green asparagus in lots of salt and sugar (I hate asparagus that is tasteless) then cut to smaller bits and let cool (if served in salads I prefer it lukewarm), cherry tomatoes, a few leafs of basil, mozzarella, passionfruit and hot smoked salmon. And a glass of cold white wine.
He was so tired, he retired almost emmediately after dinner. Poor aimable darling lovelovelove thing. Husband. But this is how reality is in creative professions. I must start calling him by name here as it feels not like me to talk about a person as a husband. And funny thing, if you cut that word in two,
I´m planning to take a short walk before going to bed, it´s a beautiful evening.
Good night friends.
Above. Well, part of large collection of boxes. I´ve always had a thing for boxes. And a certain house band.