Back when Lane and I were semi-dating, my now practically-perfect-in-every-way husband ranted about how Valentine's Day was a Hallmark-made day and he wouldn't buy into the hype. He couldn't see my face at the time, but if he could, it would have said, "Do I care what you think about the day? I like flowers." Since he couldn't see my face, I conveyed these sentiments over the phone ... more delicately, of course.
Three days later, it was Valentine's Day 2006 and 12 tulips made their way to my office desk ... ah, beautiful. The next year, more wonderful flowers in a stain-glass vase. And this year:
What a sweet boy. He, of course, never fails to pen some creative reiteration in the flowers' card reminding me of his view of the day -- but he never fails to deliver some kind of sappy sentiment. And really, knowing of his objection to kowtow to the day, it just reminds me of how much he really does love me.
In return, I woke up uncharacteristically early this morning, assembled the above display with daisies (Lane's not a candy man, so I've been eating the chocolate and cinnamon heart decorations by combining them in a chocolate-cinnamon-bear-esque effect) and made banana waffles with coconut syrup. Mmmmm. I'm going to include the recipe, because they were yummy. Of course, if you Google the concoction, you'll get the same recipe because my research techniques are far from advanced:
Banana Waffles
1 C flour
1/2 T sugar
1 t baking powder
1/4 t baking soda
1/4 t salt
1 egg, separated
1 C sour cream
1/4 C milk
1/4 C butter
1 mashed banana
Stir dry ingredients. Set aside. Mix beaten yolk, sour cream, milk, butter and banana. Add to dry mixture. Fold in whipped egg white. Pour into pan.
Make the coconut syrup like regular syrup, but switch the maple for coconut flavoring.
1 comment:
How sweet you both are. Yes Trevor gave me the same line last night about how it's a trademark holiday and all. I think all the men in America decided to rally together and protest the one day out of the year that we expect them to do something semi-sweet for us. As he was complaining about having to do something sweet for Christmas, and then my birthday and then Valentine's day (and our Anniversary as well-but of course he didn't think of that one) this is what I said.
"You're seriosuly trying to complain about having to do something thoughtful for a mere 3(or 4)DAYS out of the year? That leaves you three hundred and sixty SIX days THIS year to be non-romantic and thoughtful and you are trying to weazel out of three days?"
Boys are so lame sometimes, get over it, we don't ask for much, just some thought.
Kudos to Lane for still putting in the effort even though he personally disagrees with the idea of the day.
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