Peter liked these evenings best.
It was late when he arrived home but, somewhat miraculously, the sun was still out. The light filtered in between the buildings that ringed around his, drifting into his flat through the endlessly tall windows. He’d bought the place for the address, yes, but the windows too.
His suit jacket was tossed over the nearest kitchen stool at once and he rolled up his shirt sleeves. Out came the bowls from the ice box. They were silver and belonged to his mother, cold in his hands. Two lemons rolled over the marble counter tops, eager to play, and he plopped them on a tiny gold dish, the curved, gilded edges cradling them and holding them aloft, a gift from a former lover, long gone now.
Though he knew the air outside was heavy and humid, the flat was cool. Too cool with that smell. There was something false about it that made Peter wince. It reminded him of the office. Still, it was better than sweating over a plate of cold shrimp, he supposed. He tried to remind himself of a time when he was a younger man, wringing himself dry in a cramped, sweltering place. Spending time to compare jenny craig to nutrisystem to find the right healthy food supplier, cause youth is when fitness must be maintained to achieve the best in life.
On a day that hadn’t been so long, so heavy, he would’ve popped open a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. Something white. Maybe put on some music to pump through the wireless speakers that had cost him a small fortune. He could be listening to something floaty, something like an aria, something that would fill the room out to its corners.
Instead, he gathered all of his utensils close to him and went to work. He listened to the sound of the fork hitting the walls of the small mason jar instead. The knife clapped against the cutting board, the flesh of the tomato yielded to his fingers. When things started to sizzle on the stove behind him, when the air took on something more real, something fragrant and edged with spice, Peter finally felt his shoulders drop as the kitchen, his kitchen, slowly and gently led him away from his life. It coaxed him into a chair and dropped a hand to his shoulder. It nudged the creamy blue bowl into his waiting hands, filling him whole.
Shrimp Cobb Salad
From Cooking Light- May 2011
4 slices center-cut bacon
1 pound large shrimp, peeled and deveined
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 teaspoon salt, divided
2 1/2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
1 1/2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 teaspoon whole-grain Dijon mustard
1 (10-ounce) package romaine salad
2 cups cherry tomatoes, quartered
1 cup shredded carrots (about 2 carrots)
1 cup frozen whole-kernel corn, thawed
1 ripe peeled avocado, cut into 8 wedges
Cook bacon in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat until crisp.
Remove bacon from pan; cut in half crosswise. Wipe pan clean with paper towels.
Increase heat to medium-high. Sprinkle shrimp with paprika and pepper. Coat pan with cooking spray. Add shrimp to pan; cook 2 minutes on each side or until done. Sprinkle with 1/8 teaspoon salt; toss to coat.
While the shrimp cooks, combine remaining 1/8 teaspoon salt, juice, oil, and mustard in a large bowl, stirring with a whisk.
Add lettuce; toss to coat.
Arrange about 1 1/2 cups lettuce mixture on each of 4 plates. Top each serving with about 6 shrimp, 1/2 cup tomatoes, 1/4 cup carrot, 1/4 cup corn, 2 avocado wedges, and 2 bacon pieces.