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Quick Easy Salmon! A fast, yummy and probably quite healthy option for cooking salmon! It's nice because the flavours contrast and just make it different! This is actually an adaption of a recipe that a salesman gave me while I was buying my bedroom carpet...! Ingredients: A salmon fillet (or two, or ten - however many you think you can eat !) 'Sacla' tomato pesto - it's the best make - their Basil one is lovely on pasta but that's a whole different recipe! :P On the side, a microwaveable bag of tomato rice by 'Tilda'. Although, you could probably sit the salmon on top of the rice too! Tin foil don't eat it though! Method: Put the salmon fillet on the tin foil and cook the salmon on the grill for about 10 minutes or just until it changes colour. Meanwhile, put the rice in the microwave and even if it finishes before the salmon is done, it takes about 4 years to cool down! :O When it's very, very nearly cooked, take it out and put the tomato pesto all over the top. Pop it back in and cook it for a little longer so that the pesto goes slightly crispy. Pour the rice onto a plate and place the salmon fillet on top of it..... ENJOY!! ENJOY!!

Something That Made Me Think... Hey guys, this is the first thing like this I've ever done but I just feel like sharing a little something with you all that really made me think, to hopefully help you treasure every moment. My bedroom overlooks a crossroads and I love sitting and watching #life pass me by on sunny weekends. Years ago, my mum pointed out to me a man running with his dog. These weren't your average runners though. The dog was a sweet-looking Collie with too much energy and no lead. The man would run along the street while his dog streaked on ahead, seemingly out of control. Then, contrary to expectation, the little dog, with her black and white fur, stopped dead on the kerb of the streets and expectantly looked back at her master. He would be valiantly still running, red in the face. A few metres away from the kerb, he would tiredly raise his arm, waving towards the other side of the street. She would be off again like a rocket but again, stop at the grass verge on the other side of the broad street, looking back. If I have my window open, I can hear him puffing "g'on girl, g'on, run on" and there she goes again out of sight, her owner struggling away behind her. This would be a regular occurrence and one would only ever see the man with his dog and the dog with the man. One day, a very hot day, the little dog, as usual, came careering towards the kerb. She looked back and started trotting back and whining, pacing and running circles around her dangerously tired owner. The same waiting game came at the other side of the street while the man doubled over to catch his breath. They ran on, together, the dog at her master's ankles, looking up to his face. The same dog came along the road later that day, the same black patch over her nose, pulling against the restraining lead. A strange lady I had never seen before was holding the offending end of it, and was tried to drag the little dog onto her feet when she laid down on the kerb. Whining. Crying. It was too much of a coincidence that an Ambulance Responder Car, closely followed by an Ambulance, had driven their route that day. I never saw that poor man again. Only his little Collie straining against that lead.