Queasiness by association
I remember what I fixed for dinner after the Kentucky Derby last year. How likely is that?
That was the Derby, you may remember, where Eight Belles had to be euthanized. Up until then I would watch a leg of the Triple Crown with mild enjoyment if someone else had the TV on.
Gailor was home, so that meant that any time there was a major sporting event, she and my husband were in front of the TV. They even got me excited about watching the filly try to beat the boys. I stopped cooking and came over to the little kitchen TV to watch the race. ...
I haven't felt the same about horse racing since.
Usually I'm pretty good about shrugging such things off, but the three of us sat at the dinner table afterward and pushed the food around our plates. I had poached a nice piece of salmon in white wine and served it cold with a little dill mayonnaise, but Gailor and I didn't eat much of it.
Since then, I notice when I'm at the seafood counter and the choice is salmon or something else, I usually buy the something else. Food preferences are such a delicate thing. It's not a big deal. I always enjoy salmon if I'm having it elsewhere, and sometimes I cook it.
Did it seem odd to you that not much of the coverage (what little I read or saw) of Rachel Alexandra didn't mention Eight Belles? I watched the Preakness because my husband had it on yesterday, but it was an anxiety-making experience because there was a filly in the race.
Afterward I realized that by some creepy coincidence (I hadn't cooked the fish in months), I had bought salmon for dinner. It didn't taste as good as it usually does.
(AP Photo/Morry Gash)