When I visit the parentals, I usually get a care package to take back with me made by my dad. It usually contains chicken, cheese and butter (as if I can't find that stuff where I live ahah). But this time, I got a real treat.
Salmon. 2 pieces to be exact.
Which used to be even better, but now I live with my bf and have to share the other piece with him. Dam... so many compromises.