Valentines Day

We're not super cheesy in our house. Actually. One of us is not super cheesy (hint: it's not me) so Valentines Day is always a low-key affair. I cannot lie, I adore V Day. I just do. Have since I was a kid. As someone who loves the colors red and pink and white, crafts, candy, flowers, stuffed animals, and hearts, it was sort of a holiday made for me. (In my head I sort of think of it as Lulu's Day. Not that it's all about me, far from it, but just that it means the world gets to enjoy everything that I think is so fun. If it were really Lulu's Day there would also be prosecco, cheese, puppies, kittens, and naps. Which, if you think about it, a good Valentine's Day really should have a few of those things in it anwyay.)

Anyhoo. Every year I get super pumped because I just love it. Even when I was single, it was a special day. This year I was the most low-key ever. We were cooking dinner for friends and I had gotten a few cards for my Love that were around the house. In the morning I went and bought him a fancy coffee drink. Thoughtful, inexpensive, and appropriate.

Little did I know but it was game set and fucking MATCH for my Love. He killed it. Killed it deaaaad. Behold his shenanigans:




Not pictured is a GORGEOUS bouquet of roses and a delicious seafood lasagna, chicken liver pate (my favorite!) bruschetta, arugula salad, and sauteed radishes. It was insane.

I helped out by creating themed drinks. Some prosecco, a splash of pom juice to give it some color (I prefer prosecco over rose, but you could totally just use rose) and a wee strawberry heart. DONE!