For the third time in almost five years, I’m cooking dinner for A tonight. Valentine’s dinner, no less. Usually, I’m a firm believer in sticking to what I know. In my case, that’s baking. Cookies, cupcakes, wedding cakes – if it involves a mixer and an oven, I can do it. Cooking, on the other hand, is not my forte. And really, why bother when I live with a professional.
Valentine’s Day, that’s why. See, there are certain holidays which, in the restaurant world, are referred to as “amateurs’ nights”. New Years is a big one, and Mother’s Day as well (brunch in that case). Likewise Valentine’s. In the normal course of things, A and I would have made reservations at a cute little restaurant yesterday or tonight, then happily celebrated the actual holiday from the comfort of our couch.The past few days having been decidedly not normal (due mostly to a family member being ill) and A having to work later tonight than we thought, we missed our chance to do the nice Valentine’s dinner a few days early.
I put the odds at us taking a few bites of dinner and then ordering takeout at 50/50.