Last week I went out for tacos and was reminded why the alliterative Tuesday night meal is always a great idea. I took a stab at whipping up my own version with salmon last night with a dry-rub and tomatillo-avocado slaw that I'd gladly make time and time again (recipe here). It was a multi-step process, which I find oddly calming and most importantly, a learning experience while in the grocery store. After scanning the entire produce section, I realized I had never seen a whole tomatillo and seriously considered buying a canned salsa. Instead, I surreptitiously asked an employee where the little fruits were located without disclosing that I had no idea what they looked like. I only hoped he hadn't seen me walk by them five times just minutes before.
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