Tuesday, 15. February 2011
I apologize in advance. I am breaking all my blog rules in this post. I don’t usually fawn all over Laef here.
When we decided to do the coupons for Valentine’s Day, I figured hilarity would ensue. But, after using two ideas that came off those coupons, I don’t have much to say that won’t gross you out.
On Sunday, we went on a 5-mile hike in Brentwood. We ate a picnic lunch at the top of the hill, talked for an hour about anything and everything. It was a gorgeous day – not too hot, and we were able to see LA from the ocean to the Hollywood sign. It was a great day.
When we got in the car, Laef said: “That was so fun. Are you going to blog about it?”
Me: “I don’t know. I really don’t want to brag about our perfect day. I was counting on you to do something that would make it funny.”
Laef: “You peed. Twice.”
So, there was that. I can no longer make it more than 30 minutes without having to go pee. I was trying not to drink too much water so that I wouldn’t have to go every 3 seconds. But then my hands got totally swollen from me being dehydrated. You just can’t win in the game of pregnancy, I tell ya.
When we got home, we took a nap. Prior to falling asleep we read about Week 24 of pregnancy. More glamorous things coming, including a dark line that goes the entire length of my stomach. And the book mentioned something called skin tags. (WHATEVER you do, don’t google image that shit).
Me: “Thank God I don’t have that. Gross.”
Laef: “You have one. Let me show you.”
Me: “WHAT?! Why didn’t you tell me???”
So, I have an iddy-biddy tiny one on my boob. OF COURSE Laef knows EXACTLY where it is.
Supposedly it will fall off after pregnancy.
We can hope.
Anyway, yesterday was Valentine’s Day and Laef decided that he wanted to cook dinner for me. This is also one of the coupons. I got a text from him during the day with a giant grocery list of things he would need for this dinner.
I immediately worried about what he was taking on with this meal. I cook almost every night for us, but let me be honest. Some of those nights are soup and sandwiches, bean burritos, Cesar salad. I’m certainly not whipping up anything special on weeknights.
Then I got another text about an hour later: “I also need everything for red velvet cake and 24 oz. of white chocolate.”
At this point I am really worried for Laef. Not that he can’t do it, but that he has no idea what he is taking on. The only time I bake AND cook a difficult meal is on the weekend when I can start early and take a nap somewhere in the middle of it. It is a lot of work. Especially baking. It’s exhausting.
But, I oblige his requests and get everything at the store. I was tempted to get him 2 lemons instead of the 4 he requested to see if he would stomp his foot and say, “Baby wanted 4 lemons!”
He started cooking dinner at 6:45 ish. He didn’t want any help so I watched my shows and was dying to go into the kitchen to assess.
At 8 p.m. he presented me with this:
Are you fucking serious? I was speechless. It’s Chicken Piccata. And it was really, really good.
And this is the thing about Laef. He doesn’t really like cooking. Or doing dishes. Or doing chores. But when he starts something, he goes all the way. It would never occur to him that making me dinner on Valentine’s Day would be something simple.
The dinner would have been plenty. However, when we were done he kicked me out of the kitchen again and at 8:30 p.m. he started with his dessert.
At 10 p.m., I finally asked if I could please come in there because it is now past my bed time and he has been cooking for 3.5 hours. He says yes, and I stumbled upon cake balls:
So, he had to make a cake. Mash it in the mixer with frosting. Create little balls, and then dip them in white chocolate.
A. Lot. Of. Work.
And looking at him in the kitchen working so hard just melted me. I am really trying not to gross you out, but it was one of the sweetest thing I have ever seen.
I had two cake balls and went to bed. I have no idea what time Laef got done and came to bed.
He told me this morning: “I’m so tired. I don’t know how you do it. I really appreciate everything you do and making dinners and taking care of all that stuff.”
I make fun of Valentine’s Day because I think people get suckered into spending money. But if it gives us an opportunity to do something for each other that we normally wouldn’t and helps us appreciate and love each other for all we bring to the table, then I’m all for it.
Because I certainly am not looking forward to doing all the dishes. I really appreciate that I don’t have to worry about those everyday.