A Year of Meals: Grilled Swordfish Kebobs

7/2/2025

Wednesdays and Fridays are my days ‘off’. That usually means multiple home visits, several meetings, my own self care appointment, and errands. Yesterday, the calendar was empty, completely empty. That empty space was obvious for the entire proceeding week, and I did my best to protect it, nurture it, midwife it into existence.

Yesterday, I did my best to do nothing much. There were a few texts, calls and emails that needed to be handled, but I managed to take care of them and go back to hanging out. I puttered in the garden for a bit. I finished a book (Battle Mountain by CJ Box). I worked on a sewing project. Of course, there was the morning hot tubbing, but mainly, there was just being.

In keeping with not doing much, I forget to get anything out of the freezer. By late afternoon, I was pondering dinner and realized that frozen chicken thighs sounded like a terrible idea. However, frozen swordfish cut into cubes and marinated in a ‘yogurt’ sauce could work. And it did.

I mixed up a marinade of plain skyr, mayo, garlic, minced onion, sun-dried tomato, fresh oregano, olive oil, and kombucha vinegar, then dumped in the swordfish cubes (first saving some of the marinade to use later as sauce). Next, I cut up onion and squash and drizzled them with olive oil, salt, pepper and some of the lovely kombucha vinegar. That all took about 15 minutes, and then it was time to go back to my book.

I love summer time grilling because I always convince myself that I don’t do anything, that Kevin does it all, that I just sit back and get treated like a queen. Well… I generally plan the meal, prep and marinate the stuff to be grilled, make the sides and orchestrate the timing. I give Kevin a holler when it is time to start the grill, and then holler again to check that things are not getting overdone. Kevin kindly puts up with my pestering and does a beautiful job of walking to the table, presenting his grilled offerings.

My life is rich, visually, emotionally, physically, socially… I am, we both are, rich in more ways than we can count, more than we even know. Like the time every day when I sit and write these posts, having a day of quiet, a day of ‘doing nothing’ helps me to really see, to feel, to deeply know how truly blessed I am.

I share these little stories not to grandstand, show off, or toot my own horn, but to give a glimpse into this life because it is rich, and full, and sweet, and loving, even when messy or exhausting. These days when people are so overwhelmed, the news is so bleak, the days are so long, I offer these little essays as a respite for the weary, with the occasional recipe thrown in. Oh, that, and a daily love letter for my sweetie!

Menu: Swordfish Kebobs, Rice, ‘Yogurt’ Sauce, Watermelon with Lime

Company: Me, My Love

❤️Michelle