Honey Glazed Salmon!
I’ve decided to abandon my last book. It wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I’ve started writing a cookbook. In the style of Hemingway. (If you want the real recipe, it is here.)
Honey Glazed Salmon
“It is time for us to make the honey glazed salmon.” said the cook. “After we make it, we will eat it. Eating it will make us healthy and strong.”
“You have gone forty days without finishing a meal, cook.” said the boy.
“Yes, I know.” said the cook. “But today is the forty first day. If we cook right and true and honorably, we will have a delicious meal to eat.”
The cook got out a shallow glass dish. He put honey, sherry, soy sauce, lime juice, gingerroot, and mustard into the dish with the salmon. The salmon sat in the dish.
“Why do we eat salmon?” asked the boy.
“We eat the salmon, because the salmon is good. The salmon gives its life to us so that we may have life. We must love the salmon like a brother. I love you, salmon, but I am now going to eat you.”
The boy gave the cook a weird look.
The cook coated a grill rack with cooking spray and arranged the salmon fillets, sides not touching. He cooked them 4 inches from the heat source until they were cooked to desired doneness — 8 to 10 minutes. He used a wide spatula to carefully turn the fish only once halfway through the cooking. He placed the salmon fillets on warm dinner plates. He served them with rice and garnished them with sliced scallions.
As he carried them to the table, he felt his hands start to cramp. “Why are you cramping? You must not cramp, because if you cramp, I will not be able to carry the food to the table so that we may eat and the salmon may give us life.” But the cook’s hands cramped, and he dropped the plates to the ground.
The cook sat on the ground by the salmon. The boy picked up the plates and put them in the sink. The boy cried, and said, “Tomorrow I will make another meal with you.”
“No,” said the cook, “I am not a good cook. I will now sleep, and tomorrow will be a new day.”
