This is true.
We were at Sprouts — kind of like Whole Foods, and I was over in the supplements section getting some chia seeds (which I love to toss in smoothies along with flax and wheat gras and a bunch of other stuff) and my tugboat man wandered away from me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was standing at a table of potted tulips festooned with Valentine’s Day signage.
After twenty+plus years, I can totally read his mind.
The wheels were turning, or in his case, the propeller was rotating.
I got the chia seeds and walked over to him.
He said, “Hey, look! Tulips! Want some for Valentine’s Day?”
I said, “Suuure. OK. I guess.”
He replied, “Good. Pick one. Now I’m done, right? Got VDay taken care of and they’re only $3.99.”
He’s a clever one, that tugboat man of mine.
Or so he thinks, wink wink.
Little does he know that as much as I love these soon-to-be-blooming tulips that I placed in a vintage cocoa pitcher, I’m not exactly sure that I’m quite done wanting prezzies.
Check out the ball and chain on the little bear, ha ha.
After all, the week after V-day is our twentieth wedding anniversary and I deserve something HUGE to commemorate the date, right? RIGHT??
The problem is that I can’t think of what I
need WANT. No, I mean NEED. Never mind, I’ll think of something, I’m sure.
The reason why we’re even talking about Valentine’s Day a bit early is because my tugboat man is leaving, but only for a week. He’s going to an officer’s management seminar to I suppose help captains deal with crew issues.
He’s been home for a while; I know that soon he’ll be leaving for a long assignment, and it makes it even more difficult because I’ve gotten used to him being around. I don’t have that anxious feeling like when I know he’s only going to be home for a couple of weeks and then he’s off again.
A week is no problem. I can handle that, plus I’ve been jonesing for some shopping — you KNOW that’s what I’ll be doing!
That meant that Saturday night was our Valentine’s Day celebration.
The way to my tugboat man’s heart is definitely food-related; it’s easy to make him happy. A home cooked meal and a made-from-scratch dessert does the trick.
I made sushi and an apple pie. That’s not exactly the dessert that I would have chosen to pair with sushi, but it was his request, so there you have it.
I’ve been a vegetarian since 1970; I know I’ve been saying since 1971 for the longest time, but I actually did the math, and I stopped eating meat when I was sixteen years old and a junior in high school. For most of those years, I was a total vegan, then I started eating sushi because it was the trendy thing to do; also dairy products and eggs.
Now we’re weaning ourselves away from those animal products too. We agree that it’s meaningful for us to not contribute to harming any living creature.
This time I made vegetable sushi. I haven’t included any how-to recipes because there are already so many great online resources. Rolling the sushi takes a bit of practice, but it’s not at all overwhelming or daunting. I taught myself by watching sushi chefs throughout the years. The first few rolls were loose and fell apart; now they’re as tight and firm as…well, I was going to say something rude and inappropriate here, but I’ll just let you fill in the blank in your own mind, ha ha.
The real work is in the prep; once all the veggies are cut and the rice is cooked, dinner can be ready in minutes.
First we had a glass of wine by the fire.
Guess who’ll be cleaning out the ashes.
Yup, that would be me, Cinderella.
Sitting down to lovely Valentine’s Day table decor.
Notice the little umbrella in the sliced pears.
VERY Martha Stewart, no?
P.S. I grew the flowers in my garden. Hub did NOT bring flowers.
Sushi close up with a dot of Sriracha. We like it spicy.
The bear will share a glass of champs, ‘cos we drank all the sake.
It’s imperative to have wasabi and ginger!Time to blow out the candles;
have to get up at 5:00 a.m. to leave for the airport.
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