Gone Fishing

I've been having many wonderful menu ideas this week. Where were they all when I was planning for this week? Due to my muse taking a vacation, all we're having this week is nasty American food. Okay, okay, it's not nasty. It's tasty (Yeah, tasty...that 'n' must have been a typo.), hearty, reliable, fool-proof, unimaginative...you get the picture. I mean, they're all good things, meatloaf, chicken pot pie, fajitas, hamburgers, ham...but...p- leaze, all in one week? I suppose everyone is satisfied with good food in their stomachs but, every time I look at the menu, I cringe. The one breath of fresh air was a last-minute substitution today at lunch. Instead of tuna wraps, I pulled a recipe out of a library cookbook for ginger-lime chicken salad wraps. That was a brilliant epiphany from God. I was just flipping through one of my eight cookbooks that I checked out, trying to finish the menu for the marriage conference in two weeks and just happened to pause on this recipe and noticed that we just happened to have all the ingredients, even, would you believe it, jicama, *goofy, John Ratzenberger voice* oh, I just always keep jicama in the fridge(!?!), and an already open jar of Major Grey's. So I'm excited about getting out of the midwest next week and back to world-traveling. Where will I go? France, home to the Northwest, India, Italy, Asia, and Central America. Hey, that's almost all the continents. Hmm, now what could I serve from Antarctica?

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