Michael's night to "cook". Tuna was on sale at Harris Teeter this week, and Michael wanted some. He made himself a sesame seed crusted tuna steak, served with fried rice. Michael usually eats his tuna raw (rather than lightly seared), but after watching too many espidodes of Monsters Inside Me, he now cooks it.
Me, I don't like tuna. Especially un- (or under-) cooked tuna. So Michael was kind enough to toast some bread for me. I made my own open faced peanut buter sandwiches because Michael has an aversion to a sandwich being "open faced". It's a definition thing, I guess.
Since this appears to hit a new low in terms of dinners (and I'm the one writing the blog), I'm adding a new label -- "can't all be dinners".
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