i can't believe that it's already Valentine's Day. where has the time gone?
i mentioned last year that the boy and i don't celebrate Valentine's Day. we don't feel the need to shower each other with gifts (or, as the tv advertisments would like the American public to believe, that he should shower me with diamonds). and frankly, i'd totally kick his ass if he bought me anything lavish today. i'm glad we're not that kind of couple and that neither of us are high maintenance.
but that doesn't mean that we don't appreciate it if we happen to get each other something On This Day. one year, he bought me a peace lily; and i still have it, dragged it with me from Maryland. which reminds me that it needs repotting.
i had good intentions last night. i made the barefoot contessa's outrageous brownies to bring to work today. the changes i make to her recipe: i use pecans instead of walnuts, and i substitute milk chocolate chips for the semi-sweet to be melted in the batter (and keeping the semi-sweet to be mixed in later). i made these at the same time as i was roasting a chicken. i haven't seen the boy much lately, as his work hours have been nutty, and i wanted to make sure he was eating healthily, so i roasted a chicken for us to pick at over the next few days. my dinner last night was a sandwich made from a hunk of store-bought baguette sliced in half and topped with still warm roasted chicken. no mayo or other condiment; it didn't need it as the chicken juices were running all over the bread anyway. a very satisfying dinner. i ate this while watching Le Divorce, which always makes me long for France.
funny that on the eve of Valentine's Day i was watching a movie whose central plotline revolves around a pending divorce. but i totally dig this movie.
i also caught up on some much needed phone conversations with my sister-in-law; and after i hung up the phone i realized i had no energy left at all. i wanted to cut the brownies and box them up, and i started to do that, but lost total interest in it. i think with all this hard work and longer hours i've been putting in lately at New Big Corporate that i'm just beat these days. i can barely keep my eyes open past 7:30 pm. how lame is that? so i wrapped some tin foil around the brownies and told the boy to bring them into his work today. and now after reading Dorie Greenspan's lovely post, i'm kicking myself for not cutting the brownies up into different shapes. i've got all kinds of cookie cutters. my vivid imagination was not working last night.
speaking of New Big Corporate, boy have things changed around here in the past two weeks. i've got a new boss; they brought in the Big Guns after our little "mishap" a couple of weeks ago, and lemme tell you right now what a difference it makes to work for someone i totally respect. i love my new boss. i think he's fantastic, even though he is demanding of me. it's worth it because (i can't believe i'm about to write this) i'm starting to like my job and the people i work with. you know you must like your job when you willingly come in at 6:30 am one day and don't leave until late in the afternoon and you don't mind that you skipped lunch.
last week i was watching the F word on BBC America, and Chef Ramsay was trying to teach some british chick how to cook. apparently, this british woman had absolutely no success with cooking; one of the few times she had cooked, she ended up sending one of her friends to the hospital after feeding her undercooked chicken. so here is Ramsay with this woman standing in her wonderful kitchen, in front of this brand spankin' new looking fantastic multi-burner stove that i would kill for. it made me think about how many people i know who have all the best and most expensive equipment in their kitchen, yet can't boil an egg (and most times, don't even want to). an old family acquaintance (who, incidentally, was married on Valentine's Day - the same friend i successfully deterred my mom from visiting on Christmas this past year) has the most fantastic kitchen ever. Sub Zero fridge and a Viking mutli-burner stove top and all kinds of stuff i'd give my eyeteeth for. when my mom (who is in the middle of remodeling her kitchen - or at least thinking about it) asked said friend why she chose that particular refrigerator over the others, really trying to get her expert opinion as to its merits, the friend shrugged her shoulders and said, "It keeps food cold, i guess". it's people like this who make me roll my eyes. but then, i shouldn't really complain, because it's people like that who keep restaurants full and my boy employed.
i won't see the boy until tomorrow night, and i've made us reservations at Taurus. normally we prefer to go someplace closer to home in case we decide to imbibe a bit, but we haven't been to Taurus together in a long while (i went once for lunch when i still worked at Old Big Corporate, as it was just down the street; and another time for Girls Night Out when we were all behaving like degenerate debutates let loose without chaperones for the night). i do like Taurus, and the view is pretty nice. it also doesn't hurt that it's right above the Viking store, which is a place the boy and i love with all of our hearts.
i hope you all have a good day, and hope that you don't get sucked into the Hallmarky-ness of it all and just appreciate each other for who you are.