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It's not terribly normal for Dan and me to be apart. Throughout the course of our marriage, we've worked together or, at the very least, out of the same house more often than not. Things don't feel quite right when we're not together and this time was no exception. This is how the first four days went for me....
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Day 1: Yippee! I have the apartment to myself.
Day 2: Gosh. I wish he would call more often.
Day 3: Wow. It feels like he's been gone forever.
Day 4: Damn. I wish he would come home.
That last sentiment ran through my head as I sat eating dry cereal out of the box for dinner. Dan, on the other hand, probably relished the peace, quiet, and tranquility of not hearing me....or the TV....drone on and on.
Last week I was cleaning out some drawers and came across Dan's stack of recipes from his "pre-me" days. We have known each other for almost twenty years and have been married for almost twelve which makes the fact we have difficulty understanding the other's handwriting quite bizarre. As I gazed down at the yellowed piece of paper I could make out the first word as "Tuna", but the second word eluded me. When I handed the paper to Dan, he said, "this is my recipe for Tuna Tremendique". Say what?
I made a mental note that I had to make this tremendous tuna recipe at some point and tucked it under a book on my dresser. This morning, as I was tidying up, I discovered the little slip of paper and decided to give it a go for yet another solo dinner tonight. The recipe below is exactly as it was written by the artiste....who told me he went through numerous iterations to get it just right.
Tuna Tremendique
1 can (12 oz.) light tuna in water (drained and rinsed)
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
8 Kalamata olives, chopped
1 small handful of cilantro, chopped
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/2 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
1 tablespoon white wine
Mix all ingredients together. Place a nice dollop of the tuna mixture on a piece of 9-grain bread and top with arugula or spinach and then another piece of bread. Instead of using it in a sandwich, I simply put a few spoonfuls on a bed of baby spinach.
And to my husband, the artiste....tres magnifique!......Now come home.
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