This morning L and I went to see the doctor, who has booked me in to the hospital to be induced on Thursday morning, should this baby still not have made an entrance. She also did a remarkably painful stripping of my membranes, in the hope of kick-starting labour. That worked last time, so maybe it’ll do the trick this time. I have to say I am certainly having regular contractions now, every few minutes, although I can still talk through them so we’re not leaving for the hospital just yet.
This evening we made Lime-and-Honey Glazed Salmon with Warm Black Bean and Corn Salad [recipe] which was fortunately relatively straightforward. The salmon was marinated in honey, lime juice, chili powder and salt and pepper, then fried in olive oil over a medium high heat. The onion, garlic, red pepper flakes, cumin and salt and pepper were fried for a while, then joined by the red pepper, frozen corn and chicken stock. Once cooked, the pan was removed from the heat with the lime juice, cilantro and baby spinach stirred through the mixture. The salmon was served on top of the salad.
Unfortunately the camera battery needed to be charged, so we had to wait a while before eating, which is always annoying. However, the fish was worth the wait as it was truly delicious. It was sweet and tangy and a little spicy, and all the flavours worked in perfect harmony. I would certainly prepare salmon like that again, no question. The salad we were not so taken by, although it was not unpleasant. It was neither one thing nor another; not salad, not salsa, not stir fry, just a weird combination of flavours. It was fine, but nothing wildly exciting.
Ok, I am going to cut this short to try and figure out the ideal balance between not getting to the hospital hours or days in advance, and not leaving it too late. Tomorrow someone will be cooking Sage and Balsamic Pork Chops with Creamy Pumpkin Polenta. I would so much like time off for good behaviour, just so I can get out of eating polenta for a night, come on out baby, the time is nigh. Just before I sign off I feel the need to apologise in advance if the contractions fade away and there is no baby until Friday. But! There will be a baby this week, wowser, that’s a little scary.