Archives for the month of: August, 2012

I have been craving fish tacos for weeks.  Not fried fish tacos, but the moist, fall apart in your mouth, grilled kind.  Normally I’d get them from a great local restaurant.  But since we’re now enforcing a budget, going out for tacos wasn’t on the table.

A freezer clean-out last week revealed two gallon bags of white fish  (I think it’s tilapia).  I vaguely remember buying it from Costco after Baby Spork was born (so it’s not too old).  And then serendipitously, my favorite Pampered Chef rep sent out her monthly email which happened to contain a recipe for grilled fish tacos.

They were amazing.  (Seriously. I may have eaten four of them.)

Want to make yourself some tasty fish tacos?  The original recipe is linked above.  My version is below.

Grilled Fish Tacos


  • 3-6 tomatoes (depending on size), diced
  • 1/2 red onion, diced
  • cilantro, to taste, bruised
  • 1 garlic clove, minced
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise
  • 2 tbsp milk
  • 3-4 tbsp lime juice
  • 1/4 tsp cumin
  • Pepper, to taste
  • 6 white fish fillets
  • Sliced cabbage
  • 6″ flour tortillas


Sprinkle fish with black pepper and grill until flaky.   (I used a grill pan with a bit of grapeseed oil.)

Mix tomato, garlic, onion, and cilantro in a bowl.  In another bowl, mix mayo, milk, cumin, and lime juice.  Pour liquid mix into the tomato mix and stir.

Serve fish on tortillas topped with sauce and cabbage.

Makes approximately 8 tacos.


I’ve been following along with the Year of Less.  While I’m not doing all the challenges, I am getting ideas to simplify my life.  The latest challenge is a month without the dryer.  As much as I’d love a large clothesline, we are not allowed to have them where I live.  That’s right.  I am not allowed to have a clothesline in my own back yard.

But I have one.  Secretly.

I’m a rebel.

I have one single clothesline strung from the latch of the shed to a fence post.  It is hidden from view and is just large enough to hang a day’s worth of diapers.  The ones shown above no longer fit Baby Spork.  Those were the newborn all-in-one’s that he’s grown out of already (sniff!).

So, while I can’t give up my dryer completely… I can be a bit rebellious and sun bleach those poop stains.

(I also have pink flamingos in my back yard.  Another taboo item where we live. I’m stickin’ it to the man! Or something…)

Mr. Fork does dishes.  (I can hear your gasps now.)  A man doing dishes?  How absurd!  But it’s true!

He unloads the dishes nearly every day, sometimes without being asked. (I think we’ll need some smelling salts…)

I often hear women complaining that their husbands don’t help out.  They never do dishes, they don’t fold laundry, etc.  Granted, these are often women in their 60s and 70s and they’re from a different era.  But when I hear people in their 20s and 30s complain about this same thing, it irritates me.

Why does my husband unload the dishwasher?  Because I asked him to.  It’s that simple.

Several years ago, when we were both working full time and I was trying to keep house by myself, I lost it.  One night I just snapped and I yelled at him for not helping me.  His response?  “I’m not a mind reader.  You have to tell me what you want me to do.”

Imagine that, he’s not psychic.

Anyway.  We hashed it out and discussed a fair balance of chores.  I hate unloading the dishwasher and he hates loading it.  He does his own laundry and I do mine as well as the sheets and towels. (The laundry thing was his idea.  I don’t wash his socks in pairs apparently.)  He does the garbage and the toilets and I do the tubs and sinks.  And so on.

Does this mean he does his chores without ever having to be asked?  No.  He does his laundry on his own schedule and that’s perfectly fine with me.  I let him know when the trash is full and the dishes are clean because they don’t pop up little reminders on his screen and tell him so. (But wouldn’t that be neat?)

My husband does the dishes because I asked for help instead of silently resenting him for not knowing it intuitively.