Spoon the lentils onto a plate and top with fish. Grill another 3-4 minutes until fish flakes easily with a fork and is cooked through (you may have to adjust your time up or down depending on the heat of your grill and the thickness of your fish). Lower one side of the grill to medium-low, and place fish on clean grates. While grill is heating, oil fish with oil (I use either olive or avocado) and sprinkle lightly with salt and freshly ground pepper.
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Add the tub of bruschetta and 1/2 of the tub (more or less as you desire) of the Mediterranean Feta. Stir to break the lentils apart (they pack tightly in the packaging).
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Open the lentils and place into a large bowl. )ġ tub Trader Joe's Fresh Bruschetta Sauce "Nope!" I responded, "Should it?", to which he calmly stated, "My airplane." And he skillfully took us back up to where we had the runway in sight, something I've learned is fairly important when not preferring to land into the side of a bluff. Patting myself on the back I settled in and prepared for the rest of our descent as my husband calmly asked, "Does it bother you that you can no longer see the runway?". Following a glide slope that seemed fine to me, we made our way towards Grass Valley with a runway set up on a bluff. Making right-handed turns into our approach I actually had us decently set up for final. Luckily, my husband handled anything on the left. And turning right wasn't too difficult either, however left-hand banks somehow caused the wing to dip and a loss in altitude. Taking off wasn't too difficult, though his guiding hands probably had something to do with that. Amazingly caring and patient, he guided me through the basics I had learnt in flight school and we embarked on an adventure north to my parent's house. You see, some 20 years ago my fighter pilot husband attempted to teach me to fly. circa 1992Īs for his landing, I totally get it. An hour later he was gone, hopefully flying a better course than his first one. Setting the little baby under the tree his Mama darted close by and I left them alone. Then suddenly, his head popped up and an amazingly loud "Cheep!! Cheep!! Cheep!" came from his tiny body as a larger version of himself fluttered close by in a tree answering with "cheeps" of her own. Closing his one eye he puffed his feathers again and huddled deeper into the towel. Feathers drying, he began to look around and uttered a small "cheep".
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Shortly his body began to tremble, but amazingly his feathers slowly began to puff up and dry.Īfter some 20 minutes or so, he opened one eye and peered into my staring face, and slowly the trembling subsided. With the towel hopefully soaking up some of the water and the warmth of my hands pushing away his chill, his eyes closed and we sat. No bigger than a mouse, I scooped him into my hands and nestled him in a soft towel. Stepping closer, a baby bird floated, wings outspread, feet dangling with his beak barely above water. Stepping outside yesterday morning, my eye immediately went to something floating in our pool. Learning to fly isn't easy, but I think I'd have to say landing is even harder.