Tonight’s dinner was—get this—exactly the same as last night’s dinner: shrimp, bulgur, avocado.

This is highly unusual, as Jeremy can attest, since I normally never, ever want to eat the same meal two nights in a row. The few exceptions that I can think of off the top of my head—things like enchiladas, eggplant parmigiana, lasagna—all have one thing in common: they’re tomato-based, oven-baked dishes which inevitably taste even better the next day. Most other things just don’t have the same charm for me when I’m sitting down to eat them for the second night running.

But we had a big lunch at Wagamama followed by band practice today, so we were both tired and still kind of full and didn’t want anything heavy or time-consuming. We considered salad for dinner, and then we considered going out for tapas, and we discussed ordering prawns at the potential tapas restaurant, and then we talked about how yummy the prawns from last night had been, and then we realized that if we were going to go out and order prawns, we really may as well just stay in and cook prawns, and then we could use up the leftover bulgur salad we had from the night before, and we could also get more avocados because they were really tasty, and we ultimately decided that since last night’s dinner had been so satisfying, it was perfectly acceptable to reproduce it tonight.

And that’s just what we did. And it was lovely the second time around too. But tomorrow night, I don’t think I’ll still be craving shrimp.