Back in the day, Washington’s birthday was a big deal and you got the 22nd off no matter whether it fell on a Monday or not. My best friend, Patty, had a birthday on February 22. One year she and I along with her father went to New York City and spent the day oohing and aahing over the exhibits at the Museum of Natural History and the Planetarium. It was quite an experience for someone who was 8 years old at the time.

Today’s dinner evokes none of those memories and none of George Washington’s either. There’s no cherry pie. We buy some frozen wild salmon at Albertson’s. John grills it outside. As sides we have white beans that I soaked and cooked yesterday plus some more of the bountiful asparagus we bought at Costco.

Wild salmon, asparagus and white navy beans