I’m in the kitchen watching the reinactment of our first date. It’s calm and wonderful with the smells of fresh tarragon and shallots. I remember my fiance had bought fresh oysters that first night and kept them under full-airconditioning the whole way to my house in traffic
that day in ecruciating heat. He wanted to make it perfect!
Valentine’s Day meant a lot to me in years past, simply because the relationships felt bad and I wanted a token. Now, today, I didn’t want anything and the wonderment of what is now is surprising. It’s not the kind of “off the charts” feelings I once had, it’s more subtle and requires appreciating in a holistic sense. But, it’s all encompassing.. and better.
As I’m sitting here writing, bacon’s being fried, the asparagus has been snapped one-by-one, and my cupcakes are about ready, the lattest, deemed a travesty of taste from R (my fiance), but he did it with love. The meal will include beef ( chateau briand), bernaise (the tarragon and shallots), herbed roasted potatoes and asparagus with bacon and lemon juice. We’ll have a good beaujolais with it.
Finally, long after the dinner is complete, we’ll have my cupcakes. They are chocolate with pink icing and holiday candies. I cannot excuse the taste for the meal, that’s just what I wanted.
( The creme brulee from our first date was had for breakfast.)
But, it’s not about the food, except for the nostalgia, it’s about walking through the house and seeeing our handmade kitchen table we shared. It’s about the fire burning in our “Smiley” brand fireplace in the house we bought. It’s about my beloved “he chose me” dog at my feet, wonderfully loving Ms. Kitty in her seat and R, in his culinary element right now, with me to assist as needed. It’s about us.
I set the table as I did on our date three years ago. It required breaking down my art table for the night. The table had the same candle-holder as our first date. The holder didn’t quite work out in the city loft I had then, due to the fans blowing the candles out, but it did this time. Little attentions to detail , such as the wine having breathed, the flowers and the adornment on the candleholders matttered. He even noticed!
So, fast forward to after dinner, it was, as always, better than restaurant quality. We’re happily watching the tv, talking of wedding plans casually, doggy on the couch, kitty being brushed to her discomfort. Ben will need to be picked up from work in a few hours… Ross has been planning how Ben, my brother, can enjoy Valentine’s dinner too.
I am a very lucky person.
I’m so glad to be sitting by the fire with my loves.