Yes, you read that correctly. But no, I did not eat the wily crustacean. I did cook it though. I was ruthless. All in the name of love. And experiments. After battling through fixed menus and crowded restaurants the past few years, we had a lovely, relaxed dinner at home yesterday (if I do write so myself): baked ravioli, grilled bread with fresh parsley and garlic, corn, spring mix salad and (Nick’s) lobster. I sipped a little Prosecco. And then, I sipped a little more.
I love Valentine’s Day; always have, most likely because my parents always made us feel like it was a day for anyone who loved anyone– not just those in love. They would always have cards and goodies waiting for us at the breakfast table; besides Christmas, St. Valentine’s Day just might be my favorite holiday. I loved writing out Valentines to my classmates. Even those I found annoying. Which was most of them.
When I went to Italy as an exchange student in high school, my mom helped me pack Valentine’s Day goodies for my host family. It was the moment I handed the twenty-something host brothers their cards that I realized not everyone celebrates the day as happily and, well, platonically as we do. “Valentine’s Day is for loverrrrrs,” one of them remarked. I was mortified. After contemplating hightailing it back to the airport, I decided it better to pretend to understand neither Italian nor English.
Valentine’s Day may be over-commercialized, but I see no shame in showing your loved and liked ones how you feel. Back to yesterday: we started the morning with a romantic breakfast at an exclusive dining establishment in Southie… Mul’s Diner. Haha. I love that place.
We returned to the condo, where these beauties were waiting. Unbelievably gorgeous.
Meanwhile, Clark had a special present for Nick, hidden in his crate.
Nick and I exchanged a few pressies as well. He surprised me with tickets to see Chelsea Handler in April. I cannot wait! Her new book (which will mostly likely be as hilariously inappropriate as her first two) comes out in just a few weeks. Speaking of comedy…
I am still giggling about that card. We spent the afternoon chasing Olympic dreams at Murphy rink. We went last Sunday too, so yesterday marked the second time in a decade that I’ve been on skates. We had a blast, up to the point where I was nearly hip checked by a pipsqueak. Oh, school vacation week. I’m so jealous I may just trip the next kid I see. You’ve been warned.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Enjoy President’s Day (or as my younger brother’s been calling it, Gerald Ford Day)
- Bake some Olympic cupcakes
- Try a new (to us) restaurant in neighborhood. Mmm… Mexican!
Did you celebrate Valentine’s Day? How do you avoid making an ass of yourself abroad?