So, my boyfriend made dinner for Valentine's Day, and all I can think is, "WHY DID I GO THROUGH MY WHOLE LIFE WITHOUT GNOCCHI?!?!" Dericious. For serious. It was a romano and ricotta gnocchi with pesto. Now, how to describe this dinner, in laymen's terms? How about...tiny romano and ricotta pillows of tasty, covered in herby yum sauce? Yes. That's it. (I'm so pleased with that description.) He also made a very tasty cabbage slaw. You may think, "Hmm...cabbage? That's not so great." But wait....hold it...did you hear that?
Oh, it was the sound of you being COMPLETELY WRONG!
It was a good counter to the gnocchi. The cabbage was super crisp and refreshing. I loved it!
Oh, I also own more chocolate than is necessary for one human:
(Good call with the HK chocolates, Vance.)
Did you all notice the heart confetti on the table? Les made a wonderful dinner for the Sister Missionaries and a couple friends...I swear, Les is such an entertainer. With her dinners and schmoozing skills. I'm envious. I feel like she needs to live in the Upper West Side in a classic six with a doctor husband, so she can host dinner parties all the time.
I don't know how she feels about that just yet. But I foresee it in her future. She better start planning on patterns for dinnerware now. How about....hm...something French Countryside-esque? I like that.
I digress, back to the Val Day celebrations. I also received this beautiful number here:
(Good call with the purple stone. I love purple!)
Oh em gee. I didn't even realize we were in the jewelry-buying zone. But good to know! I didn't expect anything like this for our first Valentine's Day together...especially since my birfday is in five days. I figured I would get a lame combo-present, where you roll both special occasions into one present. (It's an unfortunate event, the combo-present...I feel bad for everyone born within a week of Christmas...sorry Les...)
The whole night was perfect. And it was the first good Valentine's Day I can remember having. I am one very happy lady right now....I'm also very preoccupied with the thought of all that gnocchi (oh, did I mention dessert? I shouldn't....so...much...fat...and sugar...) turning into calories inside my body.
It's time for some GTL.
Minus the T, because I don't want skin cancer.
And the L...because...I can do that later.
Um....Okay, so just the G. But lots of the G.
Um. Yeah. I'm fawkward. Sorry, guys.
Vance needs to have a talk with Riley about Hello Kitty presents. Because Riley refuses to buy anything with the cute white kitty cat on it.
ReplyDeleteDid you know that when he was in junior high and high school he wanted to be a chef?
ReplyDeleteAutumn: AGREED. Please, boyfriends, just indulge us!!! Perhaps, because he's a man, he needs to see this in a different way, so I wrote this mathematical equation for him:
ReplyDelete(HK+A)* Y = Happy Autumn.
This equation is true if HK is Hello Kitty, A is Autumn and it is multiplied by many years of gift-giving (Y). Notice Happy Autumn may also be congruent to Happy Riley, as you are his girlfriend. :)
Bonnie: I think he may have mentioned that...and why he never did it, I HAVE NO CLUE! AGHHHH!!! Congrats to you for having such a talented son! (and congrats to me for dating him, haha)
Love this post! Okay...so, I think Vance should make this for all the girls in apt 113...sounds delish.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the shout out. I didn't know I could sound so legit..my one gift from God: schmoozing.
-Les
You are the bee's knees, my friend. The bee's knees.
This was my first Valentine's Day with a boyfriend; it's different. I didn't have any huge expectations for him to live up to, which made it easier on the both of us, I'm sure. And he did a bunch of super cute little things, like making sure we went to my favorite restaurant for breakfast, that made it much sweeter.
ReplyDeleteAlso, on the topic of Hello Kitty, my friend and her husband have matching Hello Kitty debit cards- he got his first.
HELLO KITTY DEBIT CARD...I. WANT.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm happy you had a good Val Day, Marial! I have a history of terrible ones. Last year my boyfriend broke up with me like a week before Valentine's Day, and on the actual day I worked BOTH of my jobs (like thirteen hours on my feet, yeesh!) AND one of the jobs had me make heart shaped pizzas all morning! Another year I got into a bus accident. And the car broke down. So I was really excited I didn't get into any accidents or get dumped, that's all I hoped for!