We had salmon last night for dinner. It was good: rubbed with olive oil and Old Bay, then grilled, served with marinated grilled zucchini slices and homemade French fries spiced with Penzey's Chili 9000 and cayenne pepper. Porter chose a good wine to accompany the meal.
The other accompaniment was a little less haute cuisine. I've written before about the mp3 player in my head that grabs onto a theme and won't let go. This time it wasn't a tune, but something equally repetetive (and, after a while, annoying): The best fish, and the freshest fish, is Finney's fish, French-fried! Not an exact quote from Oh, Say Can You Say?, but there's no doubt of the source.
I love Dr. Seuss books, especially when reading to grandchildren. But as romantic dinner music, they could be improved upon.
