The Bones of Love

Last night my cousin and her fiance had me over to dinner, and her fiance made salmon glazed with a reduction of whiskey and maple syrup. Have I mentioned that he is the bee's knees? He even gave me leftover salmon, which means that even now I am dining on spinach salad (with spinach that they also gave me--I wonder how poor I seem lately?) with salmon. As I broke the salmon into my salad, I found some tiny bones, which are proof that the fish was made with love, as you can clearly see in my all-time favorite episode of "The Simpsons:"

I poached some fish for your trip, Mr. Tanzarian.  They're full of tiny bones,
so I want you to be careful.
-- Agnes Skinner, "The Principal and the Pauper"