Robin grilled up some salmon tonight, and we had it with some caesar salad. Now, I know that there’s at least one Doubting Thomas who will find this unlikely, so I took a picture. As they say, pictures or it didn’t happen…
See? That’s my plate. Green stuff is salad. Salmon-coloured stuff is….salmon.
For those of you who are utterly confused, my Dad likes salmon (his name is also Thomas, and why he would doubt that I would eat salmon is to be explained). Dad likes to grill (bake?) his salmon in the oven. If you have ever cooked salmon in your conventional kitchen oven, you will know that salmon has a particular odour. It’s an odour that gives me migraines. Seriously, it’s a trigger for me. For years, I requested that if someone was going to cook salmon, that they please give me a little warning so I could either make myself scarce, or hide somewhere that I couldn’t smell it. Notice I never told anyone not to make it or eat it…just to give me some warning.
That didn’t work out so well. And I’ve had an aversion to salmon ever since.
Robin has been working on that for awhile. See, he also likes salmon. However, he takes me seriously when I tell him that the smell of salmon baking is a migraine trigger. He has introduced me to salmon sushi rolls and sashimi (sure it’s raw, but no bones!), and now he’s gone one further and grilled up some salmon with a bit of lemon & dill seasoning.
Grilled. As in cooked outside on our BBQ where it will not make the house overly pungent.
Seems to have done the trick! I ate a majority of the salmon steak, so I’d call this a win. 🙂