The image of that paella-to-be just wouldn't get out of my head.
On top of that, we had a sack of fresh peppers my dad had grown, and they needed using.
Two more incentives: A little freezer spelunking. It's always good to clean out and eat up old frozen food now and then, and there was a Spanish-style chorizo ready to go.
Plus, I had been berating myself for buying kitchen equipment and then not using it much. That pretty little paella pan we bought last winter has only seen the oven once before.
Well, it all added up. We had everything else on hand — rice, chicken stock, olives, garlic, onions, olive oil, oven-dried tomatoes, herbs from the garden, some funny fake saffron (don't ask) — and who cares if there's no shrimp or chicken. Oh, wait. I think there was some chicken in the freezer... Too late.
À la minute, baby.