Freeze dried fish

The other day out of the blue Hot Wheelz called.  “Guess what I just did,” he said excitedly. 

“Went on a date?” I asked.  He’s so cute.  A mother could hope.

“No,” he laughed.  “Not that dramatic.”

“I give up,” I said.

“I attached the doors onto the kitchen cupboards.”  And that’s less dramatic than a date? I wondered.

“Wow,” I said in awe, “that’s quite a job.”  He never ceases to amaze me with his versatile skills.  The doors have been off since the fire, nearly three years ago.  He’d decided to remodel and bought a new stove.  He hadn’t installed the range hood yet.  So much for his cooking skills.  They weren’t quite as impressive as his handyman skills.  On the rangetop’s maiden voyage he’d tried a flambé recipe he pulled off the internet.  The flame had quickly spread in the ceiling between the up and down duplex.  Luckily Cheezy had seen the smoke and called the fire department.

So with the insurance money he’d decided to remodel the whole kitchen.  First had come the tile floor.  We’d done that one together.  When he discovered how long it took to sand painted cupboards, his enthusiasm waned. 

“How do you like the cabinets?” I asked.

“Not as much as I thought I would,” he confessed.

“Why not?”

“The kitchen is kind of blah now,” he said.  “There used to be a lot of color.  You know… like the turquoise from the 409 label, the green beans label, red and black on the Campbell’s soup can.”

“We’re coming up for Thanksgiving,” I said.  Seemed like a good transition speaking of colorful foods.

“Good, you can bring up some fish for my aquarium,” he said.  “There’s a better selection of seawater tropical fish in California.”  Well, yeah.  There’s not too many oceans in Utah.

“I’m flying,” I said.  “How many fish do you think I can fit in three ounces of liquid?”

He laughed.  “Guess you’ll just have to swallow them and regurgitate them when you get here.”

“Maybe I can freeze dry them.”

P.S.  I’d stupidly waited until now to look into plane tickets for Thanksgiving.  Guess I’ll be driving.  That should make Hot Wheelz happy.  I can bring some fish and crabs.  And I don’t mean the grandbaby and Couponman, respectively.

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