I love first date stories. Nine times out of ten, first dates are so awkward. And these awkward encounters with strangers make the best stories. As it turns out, my last first date was one to remember.
I met this guy in a bar, and then he actually called me the next day (good sign, right?!). We set a date for the next week when he could come to Raleigh. Because he was driving from a different state for a date with me, I decided it would be nice to fix him dinner. One problem: my speciality at that point in my life was microwave sweet potatoes and veggies. This would not do for a first date if I wanted a second. My favorite meal would be perfect: salmon, roasted potatoes, and broccoli.
Until then, I had never made any of those items without the help of my mom or roommate, so this was definitely going to be an adventure. I thought it best to keep it simple. A little olive oil, salt, and pepper. Cook it all on 350. I could handle that.
Everyone tells you that first impressions mean everything. I had agonized over my outfit, carefully cleaned my apartment, and prepared dinner. Remember, I told my brother that this was "THE BOY", so I did not want to overlook a single detail of this night. Counting down with excitement and anticipation. I looked out my window...he was here!
Wow, even better than I remembered and better than all of his Facebook pictures that I had memorized from stalking his page several times a day (... or hour??). Alright, I thought, showtime! I will offer him a drink and pop the fish in the oven. He will be so impressed with my salmon dinner. I am going to look like I have this domestic goddess thing down pat.
He drank a beer while I sipped wine. Small talk was going great. Dinner was almost ready. I felt on top of the world. And then I went check on the salmon. Not done. Not even close. Why, you ask? Well, when using an oven, it is best to turn it on. I DID NOT TURN ON THE OVEN! SERIOUSLY?! The sham was up within 30 minutes--I am the furthest thing from a domestic goddess, and I do crazy things like forget to turn on the oven when cooking dinner. Will has come to learn that this is just a day in the life of Mary Glenn. And I have come to learn that Will actually knows his way around the kitchen. Thankfully, he has managed to teach me a thing or two.
Stay tuned...the story is not over. And, I have finally figured out how to cook a slam dunk salmon worthy of any first date (with Will's help, of course).
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| June 2011 |
Until then, I had never made any of those items without the help of my mom or roommate, so this was definitely going to be an adventure. I thought it best to keep it simple. A little olive oil, salt, and pepper. Cook it all on 350. I could handle that.
Everyone tells you that first impressions mean everything. I had agonized over my outfit, carefully cleaned my apartment, and prepared dinner. Remember, I told my brother that this was "THE BOY", so I did not want to overlook a single detail of this night. Counting down with excitement and anticipation. I looked out my window...he was here!
Wow, even better than I remembered and better than all of his Facebook pictures that I had memorized from stalking his page several times a day (... or hour??). Alright, I thought, showtime! I will offer him a drink and pop the fish in the oven. He will be so impressed with my salmon dinner. I am going to look like I have this domestic goddess thing down pat.
He drank a beer while I sipped wine. Small talk was going great. Dinner was almost ready. I felt on top of the world. And then I went check on the salmon. Not done. Not even close. Why, you ask? Well, when using an oven, it is best to turn it on. I DID NOT TURN ON THE OVEN! SERIOUSLY?! The sham was up within 30 minutes--I am the furthest thing from a domestic goddess, and I do crazy things like forget to turn on the oven when cooking dinner. Will has come to learn that this is just a day in the life of Mary Glenn. And I have come to learn that Will actually knows his way around the kitchen. Thankfully, he has managed to teach me a thing or two.
We live, we learn, and we laugh.
Stay tuned...the story is not over. And, I have finally figured out how to cook a slam dunk salmon worthy of any first date (with Will's help, of course).
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