He showed up from time to time and after I moved to D.C. from Austin, he was still in my life but making a habit of not showing up anymore. When I ate alone I tried not to think of him but it was hard. By then, I’d bought a George Foreman grill, which became my cooker of choice. I’d buy a slab of tuna or salmon or a boneless chicken breast, season it a little, then slam it between the plates. I called it “Georging,” as in, I just Georged some salmon.
