We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, then come home for her favorite dessert (see Valentine’s day.) But she has a cold, and Milo is getting it, so I scrambled to finish the preparations for Saturday’s big party (and tonight’s intended dessert, which is in the fridge for baking tomorrow) so I could run out and get something. Since she loves her a burger, I got some buffalo burgers at a specialty place nearby and got (back) to work. In honor of the birthday girl, here’s a picture of the salad she made me yesterday with one of our little butter lettuces since I was out late hanging some work and then buying her gift (a couple of vintage glass bedside lamps) and then getting the shades and also the stuff I needed to rewire them so they actually worked.
Normally I hate buying pre-formed patties, since they’re always too thin and somebody else seasoned them. But I couldn’t be picky. I tried to make up for it with the rest: sweet potato fries, super-fresh picked baby greens, root pickles, and 2-year aged Vermont cheddar. Not too shabby for a punt. Since she wasn’t drinking, I got to enjoy the 2005 Raffault Clos des Capucins Chinon all by myself; I decanted it since the first sips were searingly tannic; over time it’s revealing some nice layers and will no doubt be quite elegant in a few more years. (Unlike my wife- she’s so agelessly beautiful that it’s starting to get kind of Dorian Gray scary.) So despite our plans, a mellow evening. Saturday should make up for it, to say the least.
good god
can we clone you?
Happy Birthday to your wife, who is one lucky lady! I’m sure you are, too.
ditto the first comment. You should teach husbanding classes.
Happy b-day to the wifey.
She has you very well trained! My kind of lady. Happy birthday Christine, from a stranger on the internet!
While I agree that I’m totally awesome, it may be that since I write the blog I tend to skew it in a direction that underplays my various shortcomings.