Is that shade of paint salmon or peach? To most people, the selection of one answer or the other isn’t worth much thought. But to the couple arguing in front of the swatch gallery, the outcome could very well be divorce.
We sat down ready for our meals, and I knew already he would order the salmon. He always does. Nothing has changed for the past 10 years, and right now I can’t see anything changing. I used to love these nights out, but they’ve become a part of a routine, just like everything else. The same old, week in and week out.
The salmon was great, the food in general was delicious. They were all contently talking about how their lives had turned out… who knew that after 15 years they would still be in each others’ lives? they were, after all, like family.
I remember being convinced that I could not handle crowded places in a description that mentioned the school being like a sea of salmon. However, my case manager made the diagnosis
Salmon is a type of fish. Fishing is essential to supporting the global economy, and salmon hence is not just a fish but a integral part of the world economy. Salmon is also a colour, based on the color of the fish.
I love salmon. It’s very good for you. As a child, I never had salmon. I only had fried fish of a whiting nature and boiled shrimp with melted butter. I missed out on so much. Salmon is just very good fish when cooked soft and medium. Not over done. I don’t like how restaurants over cook it. I like it cooked light. I love the taste. It’s very nutritious and delightful. I enjoy it often. It is so good.
Pink and fat it sat there in the cold terrarium of the deli counter at giant. Smoked, Norwegian salmon. Her thoughts wandered to thoughts of icy Fjords, mountains, fur lined coats and viking ships. A wilderness and civilization born out of cold and struggle and a culture foreign and ancient. A smile played on her lips. “I’ll take 2 lbs. please”, she asked the butcher.
The suit was hideous. Padded shoulders, salmon colored polyester, huge triangle buttons… She laughed at her reflection and spun to look at Emily. “Oh my GOD.”
Emily, never one who particularly enjoyed thrift store shopping, rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
This summer I grilled you salmon with lemon and butter and sea salt. I try to embrace this autumn, what was once my favorite season. Instead I long for citrus, for charcoal, for delicate pink underbelly flesh. Something fresh. Something caught. A time when supper was a casual and intimate event that could take place at ten o’clock at night and the aroma of coffee was my only alarm for the morning.
I will never forget about her salmon colored shirt. She basically wore it all summer long. It was beautiful. It fit her so well. Anytime I would see her she’d be wearing it. Even on the coldest nights, she would wear it under her giant sweatshirt she loved so much. We would sit around the fire, and talk about the wonders of the world.
The salmon swam up stream because he wanted to show he was different. Different in a way of going the opposite way and battling the conditions life throws at the little fish.
Salmon are pink fish high in omega 3. They are commonly found in freshwater streams and are a common source of protein for bears. They are known for the leaps they make out of the water to help them get further upstream during the mating season to allow them to lay their eggs. They are found in supermarkets fresh and canned.
She was doing the salmon dance. Wiggling and leaping from one spot to another like a migrating fish jumping up river, taking down anyone who got in her way with her unique moves.Wthin second the dance floor was empty and she had a clear run ahead of her.
when i was staying in UK, one of my friend bought and cooked salmon, then i tested it and found that it is the king of all fishes. not only its colour but also its taste is so delicious that still water comes in my mouth.
I don’t know why that was the first thought that came to my head. That she looked like a fish in that salmon-coloured dress. Here she was walking down the aisle and it was just minutes more that we would be taking our vows. And all I could think was that she looked like a piece of fish.
the river rushed with a silent splat splat in the distins every now and the as we came closer to the river there as i stood on the river with gigantic river in front of me now with a roaring defining sound as the salmon rushed past me in the water.
I held the offending item up to the flickering torchlight. If you squinted your eyes, and indeed only had one eye, myopia, and colour blindness, it could perhaps be called red. To everyone else, however, it was salmon pink.
Balgruf bore a hunted look, but tried defiance anyway. “It’s light red, Jarl. That’s a good colour, light red. It’s like, you know, blood and that.”
“The only creature that bleeds this sodding colour is a unicorn, Balgruf!”
I remember one time I saw a Salmon, it was so great. Actually, I didn’t exactly see a live salmon. Okay, actually it wasn’t a live salmon at all. It was a salmon fillet that my father had barbecued on the grill. So I’ve never seen a live salmon. But I think the most important thing here is that I’m not lying, because I did see a salmon, and it was great. The only thing was that it was cooked. This concludes my amazing story about a time when I saw a salmon.
“Well what can I say? The natives are persistent.”
“Dad, are you sure its not just your belly that is?”
He smiled, giving off a hooked grin much like the rod he saw catch the fish on his plate.
“Well put.” Lifting his fork, he saluted the lake. “Well. Put.”
Her hair was a vibrant salmon pink. It was jarring, at least for someone like Rosie who had never even seen hair that wasn’t somewhere between brown and blonde. Was it strange? Yes, of course. But was she interested?
I remember you came with a green bag. You pack me my favourite sandwich before we head out for a movie date night. My favourite cured salmon with cream cheese sandwich in between wholemeal bread. Always my favourite!
The salmon of doubt is a real and noble thing. Not just any fish, it is a piscene terror to mysticism and editors everywhere. Also, it is intrinsically British to the ninth degree. REVERE THE SALMON.
The salmon is a fish. I don’t like salmon very much, but my mother does. It’s strange, I guess not to like it. well, not really, but I feel like I should like it. It’s just, it’s not a very good tasting fish, so why should I like it? I want to like it, but I can’t. It just doesn’t taste good to me. It makes me a little sad…
“A salmon?”
“Yea, a salmon. The legend specifically says that a golden salmon will come and save our people from certain doom. Though how, it doesn’t say.”
“Strange.”
“You have no idea.”
Ah that creamy sinful delight in my mouth.
Melting under my tongue, the sun beating behind my neck.
Tropical weather and light laughter.
My sister paying for my bills
And the bottle of Jack
At 12 in the afternoon,
I miss you
When will you apologize
Again, over salmon and breeze.
i thought today’s word would be wizard
or maybe lizard
salmon is a color
and a taste in my mouth
from a plant called blue belle
it was so small in my hand,
it made no sound in the misty
morning
Sintió el aire escapar, y su cuerpo se movió frenéticamente.
La luz del sol se le antojó más clara que de costumbre.
Olores extraños invadieron su sistema y le ganó la desesperación.
Golpeó su flanco sobre la tierra seca,y el cielo azul se convirtió en lo último que vio.
Era el mediodía en el río Kenai y los pescadores llenaban sus cestas con cientos de salmones.
el vestido le ajustaba y quería cambiarse, epr no habia tiempo.
Se peinó apurada, tomó una joyas de la mesita de noche, y salió.
Se encontraron en el vestibulo
El tenia una corbata salmón que hacía juego con su atuendo, y se preguntó como lo había adivinado.
She spun around in the bright pink dress, which gave off an almost blinding glow. When she staggered to a stop, grinning, she looked up at me.
“Soo, what do you think?”
Daddy and Linds caught two salmon at the mouth of river, two hours after sunrise. When they came back, their boots were clotted with mud and debris from the water. Their hair was flat and unkempt against their floppy canvas hats. Daddy carried the rods and tack boxes, still half-full with bait, and Linds carried the fish – long and lanky, eyes bulging from the sides of their scaly, permanently shocked faces.
Is that shade of paint salmon or peach? To most people, the selection of one answer or the other isn’t worth much thought. But to the couple arguing in front of the swatch gallery, the outcome could very well be divorce.
We sat down ready for our meals, and I knew already he would order the salmon. He always does. Nothing has changed for the past 10 years, and right now I can’t see anything changing. I used to love these nights out, but they’ve become a part of a routine, just like everything else. The same old, week in and week out.
The salmon was great, the food in general was delicious. They were all contently talking about how their lives had turned out… who knew that after 15 years they would still be in each others’ lives? they were, after all, like family.
I remember being convinced that I could not handle crowded places in a description that mentioned the school being like a sea of salmon. However, my case manager made the diagnosis
Salmon is a type of fish. Fishing is essential to supporting the global economy, and salmon hence is not just a fish but a integral part of the world economy. Salmon is also a colour, based on the color of the fish.
The term salmon thus has a deep impact.
I love salmon. It’s very good for you. As a child, I never had salmon. I only had fried fish of a whiting nature and boiled shrimp with melted butter. I missed out on so much. Salmon is just very good fish when cooked soft and medium. Not over done. I don’t like how restaurants over cook it. I like it cooked light. I love the taste. It’s very nutritious and delightful. I enjoy it often. It is so good.
Pink and fat it sat there in the cold terrarium of the deli counter at giant. Smoked, Norwegian salmon. Her thoughts wandered to thoughts of icy Fjords, mountains, fur lined coats and viking ships. A wilderness and civilization born out of cold and struggle and a culture foreign and ancient. A smile played on her lips. “I’ll take 2 lbs. please”, she asked the butcher.
The suit was hideous. Padded shoulders, salmon colored polyester, huge triangle buttons… She laughed at her reflection and spun to look at Emily. “Oh my GOD.”
Emily, never one who particularly enjoyed thrift store shopping, rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
Salon is a fish and people eat them. They are so good to eat .You can go to the fish market and get some salmon.
A large edible fish that is a popular game fish, much prized for its pink flesh. Salmon mature in the sea but migrate to freshwater streams to spawn.
This summer I grilled you salmon with lemon and butter and sea salt. I try to embrace this autumn, what was once my favorite season. Instead I long for citrus, for charcoal, for delicate pink underbelly flesh. Something fresh. Something caught. A time when supper was a casual and intimate event that could take place at ten o’clock at night and the aroma of coffee was my only alarm for the morning.
Their favorite place to eat served a variety of foods, but all he wanted to eat was salmon. He was so routine with it he was almost crazy.
I hate salmon or any other kind of fish.
I will never forget about her salmon colored shirt. She basically wore it all summer long. It was beautiful. It fit her so well. Anytime I would see her she’d be wearing it. Even on the coldest nights, she would wear it under her giant sweatshirt she loved so much. We would sit around the fire, and talk about the wonders of the world.
The salmon swam up stream because he wanted to show he was different. Different in a way of going the opposite way and battling the conditions life throws at the little fish.
Salmon is disgusting. Salmon patties are the grossest thing eve.r I hate the smell of them, and the look of them. Why would anyone want to eat salmon.
The wild salmon was hard to catch today. I tired for hours just to catch one, but it was like they had all disappeared.
the salmon tasted bitter this morning, not like usual tasting. I must’ve messed up somewhere. oh, well, it still tatses great.
Sashimi makes my heart sing. It’s my favorite thing. Za Za zing. Wing ding. Ring a ling ling.
Salmon are pink fish high in omega 3. They are commonly found in freshwater streams and are a common source of protein for bears. They are known for the leaps they make out of the water to help them get further upstream during the mating season to allow them to lay their eggs. They are found in supermarkets fresh and canned.
She was dancing like a salmon, leaping and wriggling her way across the dance floor like a migratory fish, taking out the competition with each jump.
She was doing the salmon dance. Wiggling and leaping from one spot to another like a migrating fish jumping up river, taking down anyone who got in her way with her unique moves.Wthin second the dance floor was empty and she had a clear run ahead of her.
when i was staying in UK, one of my friend bought and cooked salmon, then i tested it and found that it is the king of all fishes. not only its colour but also its taste is so delicious that still water comes in my mouth.
I don’t know why that was the first thought that came to my head. That she looked like a fish in that salmon-coloured dress. Here she was walking down the aisle and it was just minutes more that we would be taking our vows. And all I could think was that she looked like a piece of fish.
the river rushed with a silent splat splat in the distins every now and the as we came closer to the river there as i stood on the river with gigantic river in front of me now with a roaring defining sound as the salmon rushed past me in the water.
“This shirt, Balgruf, is not red.”
I held the offending item up to the flickering torchlight. If you squinted your eyes, and indeed only had one eye, myopia, and colour blindness, it could perhaps be called red. To everyone else, however, it was salmon pink.
Balgruf bore a hunted look, but tried defiance anyway. “It’s light red, Jarl. That’s a good colour, light red. It’s like, you know, blood and that.”
“The only creature that bleeds this sodding colour is a unicorn, Balgruf!”
My salmon word for today is: Pink!
I remember one time I saw a Salmon, it was so great. Actually, I didn’t exactly see a live salmon. Okay, actually it wasn’t a live salmon at all. It was a salmon fillet that my father had barbecued on the grill. So I’ve never seen a live salmon. But I think the most important thing here is that I’m not lying, because I did see a salmon, and it was great. The only thing was that it was cooked. This concludes my amazing story about a time when I saw a salmon.
“Well what can I say? The natives are persistent.”
“Dad, are you sure its not just your belly that is?”
He smiled, giving off a hooked grin much like the rod he saw catch the fish on his plate.
“Well put.” Lifting his fork, he saluted the lake. “Well. Put.”
Her hair was a vibrant salmon pink. It was jarring, at least for someone like Rosie who had never even seen hair that wasn’t somewhere between brown and blonde. Was it strange? Yes, of course. But was she interested?
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t.
I remember you came with a green bag. You pack me my favourite sandwich before we head out for a movie date night. My favourite cured salmon with cream cheese sandwich in between wholemeal bread. Always my favourite!
The salmon of doubt is a real and noble thing. Not just any fish, it is a piscene terror to mysticism and editors everywhere. Also, it is intrinsically British to the ninth degree. REVERE THE SALMON.
The salmon is a fish. I don’t like salmon very much, but my mother does. It’s strange, I guess not to like it. well, not really, but I feel like I should like it. It’s just, it’s not a very good tasting fish, so why should I like it? I want to like it, but I can’t. It just doesn’t taste good to me. It makes me a little sad…
“A salmon?”
“Yea, a salmon. The legend specifically says that a golden salmon will come and save our people from certain doom. Though how, it doesn’t say.”
“Strange.”
“You have no idea.”
Ah that creamy sinful delight in my mouth.
Melting under my tongue, the sun beating behind my neck.
Tropical weather and light laughter.
My sister paying for my bills
And the bottle of Jack
At 12 in the afternoon,
I miss you
When will you apologize
Again, over salmon and breeze.
i thought today’s word would be wizard
or maybe lizard
salmon is a color
and a taste in my mouth
from a plant called blue belle
it was so small in my hand,
it made no sound in the misty
morning
Sintió el aire escapar, y su cuerpo se movió frenéticamente.
La luz del sol se le antojó más clara que de costumbre.
Olores extraños invadieron su sistema y le ganó la desesperación.
Golpeó su flanco sobre la tierra seca,y el cielo azul se convirtió en lo último que vio.
Era el mediodía en el río Kenai y los pescadores llenaban sus cestas con cientos de salmones.
el vestido le ajustaba y quería cambiarse, epr no habia tiempo.
Se peinó apurada, tomó una joyas de la mesita de noche, y salió.
Se encontraron en el vestibulo
El tenia una corbata salmón que hacía juego con su atuendo, y se preguntó como lo había adivinado.
She spun around in the bright pink dress, which gave off an almost blinding glow. When she staggered to a stop, grinning, she looked up at me.
“Soo, what do you think?”
Daddy and Linds caught two salmon at the mouth of river, two hours after sunrise. When they came back, their boots were clotted with mud and debris from the water. Their hair was flat and unkempt against their floppy canvas hats. Daddy carried the rods and tack boxes, still half-full with bait, and Linds carried the fish – long and lanky, eyes bulging from the sides of their scaly, permanently shocked faces.