Tuesday nights at our house are what I quietly call “resourceful dinners.” The fridge is full of bits and pieces, someone has soccer practice, someone else has left their math homework under a pile of grocery circulars, and I am standing at the counter with one eye on the clock and one eye on a…
It was a Tuesday night, the kind where everyone wandered into the kitchen at different times, dropping backpacks and half-finished stories on the counter. I had a container of leftover salmon from the night before, one lonely celery stalk, and about three tablespoons of mayonnaise…