Richard and I have never been the kind of couple that goes all out on Valentine's Day. For one thing, having three kids underfoot for years kind of killed the romance. We were either too busy, too tired, or too broke to make a big deal out of February 14th. It's just now occurring to me that our slipshod attitude might have rubbed off on our male offspring, and I'm worried. What if my sons, who were raised with a mom who's happy with a cheap grocery store card and a well-mixed gin and tonic, marry girls who expect a Valentine's trifecta every year?
Now that the kids are grown and out of our hair (mostly), we don't have the excuses we used to. Tonight, I'm treating the cats to a steamed wild Alaskan salmon appetizer in a delicate broth* and served on red heart-shaped plates. Tomorrow night, Richard is taking me out to Ruth's Chris for dinner. Saturday, I plan to reciprocate with an elaborate home cooked meal, either seared scallops in shallot butter or shrimp Creole. I'm leaning toward the Creole with lots of big shrimp, crusty bread and a Greek salad. Brent will be in town, compliments of Uncle Sam, and I've invited Mitch to join us. Their little sister, unfortunately, will be in Austin attending a friend's funeral.
Happy Valentine's Day from SOTSOTR!
*It's cat food. Fancy Feast. If you should run across this description on a restaurant menu, I suggest you not order it. In fact, I would get up and leave and not ever come back.
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