I had been doing so well with the dinners lately, but not last night. “Gross” is the best way I can describe my miserable attempt at something resembling a meal. My menu listed baked fish, sauteed spinach, steamed baby carrots, and grits. Sounds simple and tasty. I have made all of these dishes before without any trouble. I should have realized that dinner was not going to be a success when I took the fish out of the packaging to see some gnarley strips they call filets. Yet I continued in my work, but with no improvements made. The fish was watery, so I proceeded to brown it in a pan on the stove. While transferring the fish, a ‘filet’ fell to the floor with a splat. The spinach was overcooked and tasteless; the carrots held a slightly metallic taste (don’t ask how that happened). I can say I didn’t ruin the grits, but I guess it would take more work to ruin grits than to just make them. I won’t go into anymore depth about the disastrous dinner, but Hubby summed it up pretty well, “It takes a bad meal here and there to really appreciate the good ones.” Thanks Babe for the encouragement and running out to pick us up something to eat!