Valentine's Day...a holiday we embrace or a holiday we despise? I personally have always been in the middle somewhere. I am not to keen on the idea that as a country we are fed the message that on February 14th we are to treat that special someone with the utmost care...spoiling them with flowers, chocolates, romantic dinners, etc, etc, etc. Why can't we do that everyday OR any day of the year? I suppose we can and some people do. AND I also recognize that some people fall into normal patterns of day to day grind which doesn't always send the message to their significant other that no matter what happens, or what is at stake, he/she is the highest priority in life (besides God of course). My wonderful husband claimed to have fallen into this category, although do to the constant love I always feel, I begged to differ. But to Nick, that didn’t' matter...February 14th would be a day he would insist on being EXTRA special.
At 7:35am I woke up to the sound of something being chopped in the kitchen. This was a bit of a surprise, considering the normal breakfast routine for Nick is a bowl of cereal. I ignored it for a bit, but then my curiosity got the best of me, so I staggered out of bed all big haired and sleepy to investigate. To my great surprise, I did not find Nick in the kitchen but Le Personal Chef of Love, wearing a red apron and huge white Chef hat (made of recycled paper of course). With a tremendously large French accent, Chef promptly greeted me, encouraged me to sit at the breakfast bar and watch him get to work of preparing organic bananas and fresh cantaloupe on a platter. I happily sipped my fresh squeezed orange juice and admired the scenery: Two tall candles standing in recycled wine bottles wrapped with ribbon, a yellow table clothe with red glass beans spread all over to up the decor and a personalized menu lacking food options but full of nice complements to yours truly. Oh it was a sight to be seen. Chef asked me what I would like for breakfast...everything he says with his accent: "Omelet, waffles, eggs...anything for you." Oh I could get used to this. So I put in my special request of a dippity-doo egg and he got to cooking. My chef must have been new, because he got so distracted while making his coffee and answering my silly questions (where are you from, what did you do with my husband, etc) that he burnt the first go around of toasted eggs. Oops! Apparently he is not a multitaskter. The second one turned out much better (although the slightest bit charred), and was delicious. After serving me tea, extra hot just like I like it, Chef announced that we would be eating all three meals together that day. I would meet him in town for lunch anywhere I wanted to go, then for dinner he would create a fine feast for us. It was a great surprise and as the day unfolded, I told him I felt like I was on vacation...all three meals with my man, I mean, Chef of Love, and thoughts of him...Blissful.
So I suppose Valentines Day is a day to be celebrated in any way you want to. From burnt eggs to dinner at a 5 star restaurant. The important thing to remember is a little extra special treatment can happen every now and again...not just the specifically designated days.
At 7:35am I woke up to the sound of something being chopped in the kitchen. This was a bit of a surprise, considering the normal breakfast routine for Nick is a bowl of cereal. I ignored it for a bit, but then my curiosity got the best of me, so I staggered out of bed all big haired and sleepy to investigate. To my great surprise, I did not find Nick in the kitchen but Le Personal Chef of Love, wearing a red apron and huge white Chef hat (made of recycled paper of course). With a tremendously large French accent, Chef promptly greeted me, encouraged me to sit at the breakfast bar and watch him get to work of preparing organic bananas and fresh cantaloupe on a platter. I happily sipped my fresh squeezed orange juice and admired the scenery: Two tall candles standing in recycled wine bottles wrapped with ribbon, a yellow table clothe with red glass beans spread all over to up the decor and a personalized menu lacking food options but full of nice complements to yours truly. Oh it was a sight to be seen. Chef asked me what I would like for breakfast...everything he says with his accent: "Omelet, waffles, eggs...anything for you." Oh I could get used to this. So I put in my special request of a dippity-doo egg and he got to cooking. My chef must have been new, because he got so distracted while making his coffee and answering my silly questions (where are you from, what did you do with my husband, etc) that he burnt the first go around of toasted eggs. Oops! Apparently he is not a multitaskter. The second one turned out much better (although the slightest bit charred), and was delicious. After serving me tea, extra hot just like I like it, Chef announced that we would be eating all three meals together that day. I would meet him in town for lunch anywhere I wanted to go, then for dinner he would create a fine feast for us. It was a great surprise and as the day unfolded, I told him I felt like I was on vacation...all three meals with my man, I mean, Chef of Love, and thoughts of him...Blissful.
So I suppose Valentines Day is a day to be celebrated in any way you want to. From burnt eggs to dinner at a 5 star restaurant. The important thing to remember is a little extra special treatment can happen every now and again...not just the specifically designated days.
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