I cooked dinner for Lori and I last night. I made something new that I hadn't tried before. During the day, I emailed her that I was making a surprise for dinner and all I'd tell her was it included seafood of some type, and my mouth was watering just thinking about it.
When she got home after work, I met her at the door with a gin & tonic and a big hug and a kiss. Then we sat down on the couch, like we always do to talk about our day and anything else that come to mind.
When we were done talking, I handed her the dinner menu I made that day. This took her by surprise and she got a big kick out of it.
Here's how it turned out. What do you think?
It really was pretty easy to prepare and was very good, if I do say so myself. Lori told me she never had anything this fancy outside of a gourmet restaurant. She liked it so much, she cleaned her plate. We held off on desert until later.
After Lori cleaned up from dinner. (Our deal is one of us cooks, the other one cleans up. Since I hate cleaning up, and Lori likes cleaning, this deal works very well for both of us.)
After dinner we took a shower and then sat down on the couch together and watched a movie Lori borrowed from a friend, 'Christine'. Remember this one?
The movie is about a car that was "...born in Detroit on an automobile assembly line. But she is no ordinary Automobile. Deep within her chassis lurks the devil incarnate. She is Christine - a red and white 1958 Plymouth Fury whose unique standard equipment includes a chilling insatiable vengeance that will destroy anyone in her path. She seduces 17-year-old Arnie Cunningham who becomes consumed with passion for her sleek, rounded, chrome-laden body. She demands his absolute and unquestionable devotion and when outsiders seek to interfere, they become victims of Christine's uncontrollable wrath."
Part way through the movie, Lori got the ice cream I promised her for desert. And yes, I really did hand feed her like it said the chef would do in the menu.
Damn, I'm a romantic son-of-a-gun, aren't I?