My Cute Grandma and My Weird Lunch

I left London 9 days ago and have eaten out for every single meal since. That has got to be a record for eating out when not on holiday!! Was really starting to feel icky so today started my self-imposed diet. Thie involved me saying to my Grandma that I needed to buy spinach, carrots, and mushrooms, which were going to be my base vegetables for daily salads for lunch. Was then going to top that off with grilled chicken and find some balsamic vinegar to toss over all of it. I just wanted dear Grandma to tell me which of the supermarkets were the best so I wouldn't get ripped off due to my lack of local supermarket knowledge (compounded by the fact that I never cooked therefore rarely grocery shopped in Vancouver even when I lived here).

So this afternoon Grandma trotted me over to the independent produce shop over the road. Chinese run of course. I bought spinach (unwashed and all still attached in a bunch) a giant carrot, vine tomatoes, and celery. The celery was initially in a whole bunch but my grandma made the grocers halve it for me - then she tried to take the piss and ask if we could rip off just a few sticks, but I stepped in, thanked them for halving it in the first place, and said half was fine. No chicken in the shop and grandma refused to let me go to the Marketplace IGA to buy some, so we bought some frozen sea bass, (which again my grandma tried to make them halve, but they were four pieces in a vacuum sealed bag so I had to shush her again).

Back home, grandma started washing the spinach (and yes I did say I would do it myself) but then Keith messages me on skype so I told grandma I was just having a quick chat and would be back in to cut up all the vegetables for my salad. Halfway through the conversation I ws summoned away from the computer to the kitchen where I found my her blanching ALL of the spinach. I was like "what are you doing silly, I was going to eat just some of that and also put it raw into my salad!" but of course that was too weird a concept for her, so cook it she would and don't you try to stop her. So in the end my lunch looked like this:

Strange but surprisingly quite tasty. Thanks Grandma!!!

gvb.B.