The Way to a Man's Heart...

Ladies, how many times did you hear this saying when you were dating? I know I heard it a lot and made plenty of dinners, treats, breakfasts (just kidding) for gentleman callers, and I still employ this tactic today. Not just today, meaning Valentine's Day, but today as in the present. I love love love to cook. Love it! Especially when it is gourmet or fancy. It is my creative outlet. I don't decorate (Kevin-our new lovely bathroom, all him), I don't sew (Myrissa-Could you hem these pants for me?), and I don't scrapbook (poor kids. Only Dillan do I love enough to have a scrapbook. That or he was numero uno and therefore, I didn't have any other people vying for my attention). So I cook. When I discovered that Valentine's Day fell on Sunday, I was a little disappointed. No flowers delivered that day. No dinner out. But then I realized, it was the best because I got to use my culinary skills to make a dinner for my sweetheart. And four observers. The menu was Beef Wellington with Gorgonzola, Yukon Gold Potatoes with Fennel Puree and Rosemary Butter, Roasted Carrots, Texas Rolls, and Not Yo' Momma's Banana Pudding. Why do I even bother to go out when I can make such a lovely meal? Oh yeah. The dishes. However, it is tradition (one that I feel I have to announce every Sunday, just like I do for my Sunday afternoon nap) that Kevin does the dishes. He has recently recruited Dillan to be his sous washer. I will put a request in now that every Valentine's Day be on Sunday. P.S. Not only did my dear husband love his dinner, but the observers did too. I'm pretty sure I knocked this one out of the park.