The husband went out on a walk earlier and came back with sushi. When he came back I was actually just about to eat some apples, which we all know is such a good decision.
He got some edamame out of the bag; the restauranteur had forced it on him since he knows I like it. I had a few pods of it, then I started eyeing his sushi. Then he not so subtly tried to get me to share his sushi. I had one piece. Then I asked if we had some soy sauce.
Now I'm attempting my own roll, the kind that was waiting in the fridge, the kind the husband knows I like.
I think I can do this.
Okay, I almost did it.
I'm not sure what it is about the situation, but I just can't bring myself to finish the roll. There's something vaguely And Then The World Will End about the idea of finishing a whole roll on my own. (Good timing, I suppose. Anyone going to a Rapture party?)
But anyway, I got some protein, I got some omega-3's, and I got some variety for my taste buds.
And I'm pretty sure my thumb is grateful.