When It Rains In Arizona

RECIPE: Salmon Salad with Lemon Vinaigrette

If you’re just here for the food you should probably skip down to the bottom, there’s nothing for you up here.

But if you’re here for the rants, pour yourself a beverage and pull up a chair, I’m full to the brim of rant-y-liciousness today.

I feel like as a mom, a busy professional and a person who wants to squeeze every last drop of interesting and fun out of life, I regularly find myself at the balancing scales, trying desperately, carefully, to even each side out so it hangs in equilibrium. The kids, my clients, my husband, my body, my mind, my soul – each has a bucket that needs equal filling. Each needs attention to maintain the harmony of my sanity.

Yesterday was a reminder that if I try to overfill my buckets they will inevitably all tip and spill and I’ll be left soaking wet standing in a puddle with 6 empty buckets, cursing, crying and begging strangers to bring me a glass of wine.

The initial plan was a reasonable one:

Step 1 – Pick the kids all up from their various schools.

Step 2 – Make stuffed peppers for dinner (I’ve been substituting black beans for rice in one of the pepper’s mixtures so it still works for Jason’s diet)

Step 3 – Leave my eldest in charge for 45 minutes until Jason was home from work so I could leave to drive across town to ballet class.

Step 4 – Head from ballet class directly to my bi-weekly writers meeting.

The plan would take most of the night and require eating a dinner of granola bars in the car while diving and attending my meeting a sweaty mess, but it wasn’t an impossibility. I’d done it before with reasonable success.

Of course, this is how it actually went:

Step 1 – Need to write an urgent offer for a client. Get it over to the out-of-state client with seconds to spare before being late to pick up the kids.

Step 2 – It begins to rain. Not a little rain, but a loud, violent, crashing storm that is starting to freak the kids out.

Step 3 – I manage to throw together the stuffed peppers, but the kitchen looks like a tornado hits it.

Step 4 – I receive an email response on a sticky contract issue I’ve been waiting 3 weeks and 5 days for. It takes up much space in my brain and must be addressed ASAP.

Step 5 – A client contacts me with a house that needs to be seen tonight. I schedule it for directly before ballet class.

Step 6 – I have a small, completely irrational freak out about whether it’s safe to let my eldest babysit when it’s raining outside. I call everyone I know to try to get a handle on if I’m being crazy or not. The general consensus is that the house will actually protect the children from the weather while I’m gone. I feel slightly pacified.

Step 7 – I have to pee. As I am wearing work clothes over a leotard and tights, this requires me to strip completely down and then totally redress after.

Step 8 – The freak out and peeing combine to make me 15 minutes late leaving the house. The rain snarls the traffic and makes people drive like idiots. I’m 20 minutes late to my showing. TWENTY MINUTES.

Step 9 – The traffic continues to be an asshole and by the time I stumble into ballet class, stripping my work attire and shoving my feet into ballet shoes, I’m a full 15 minutes late. Ballet class is kind of like reading a fashion magazine: when I’m in a good mood and feeling confident about myself, it’s fun and inspiring, when I’m off my game it only makes me hate myself more. Skinny bitches with better turnout and nicer turns and walls lined with mirrors are not self-esteem boosters when you’re already frazzled and feeling chubby.

Step 10 – I arrive at my writers meeting sweaty, wrinkled, starving and with bangs in my face. I realize I’ve forgotten to pack granola bars in my purse. I spend the meeting angrily arguing gender roles in writing and advertising with one of the men, not because I’m particularly passionate about gender roles, but because my blood sugar is low, I’m on the verge of tears and he makes a comment about how ‘Fight Club’ is really a man’s movie and ‘The Vow’ is a woman’s movie, which deeply offends my sense of good taste.

Step 11 – I get back home at 9pm after 7 straight hours of mania and driving in the rain, only to have several work issues that must be addressed before bed.

Basically the plan was a fail, is what I’m saying. I need to learn to edit my life a little better. I should have ditched ballet class for food and cocktails and then headed home early. Or something. Also? Rain in Arizona generally effs everything up.

But hey, Saturday night I think I got the dressing I’ve been trying to replicate from Pita Jungle almost right:

So, I guess there’s that.


Salmon Salad with Lemon Vinegritte
5.0 from 1 reviews
Recipe type: Dinner
Author: Elizabeth
  • 1 1/2 lbs salmon
  • romaine lettuce
  • 1 cucumber
  • 1 tomato
  • lemon pepper
  • garlic powder
  • kosher salt
  • 1/2 cup olive oil
  • 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
  • 1 tablespoon minced shallot
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
  • 1/2 teaspoon grated lemon peel
  • 1/2 teaspoon sugar
  • salt and pepper
  1. Season both sides of salmon with lemon pepper, garlic powder and kosher salt. Cook salmon under the broiler until it starts to brown. Flip and broil the other side until it also is browned. Remove from the oven and set aside.
  2. Peel the cucumber, slice and cut into quarters.
  3. Chop the tomato.
  4. Add olive oil, lemon juice, shallot, mustard, lemon peel and sugar to a jar with a tight lid and shake to emulsify. Add salt and pepper to taste.
  5. Layer salad with romaine, cucumber, tomato, salmon and dressing.


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2 Responses to When It Rains In Arizona

  1. JT says:

    Damn that salad looks good.

    Yeah, next time skip the ballet and get something to eat. Or the writer’s workshop. #takeCareOfMini

  2. Nicole says:

    This was wonderful! I took a picture but I’m not sure I can post. So proud of following a recipe almost to the letter… :)

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