Emily's Hot Dish

Eric and I had been dating about 6 months when Valentine’s Day rolled around. We’d been together long enough that he, I think, expected some pressure from me for him to make an event of it. He’s later told me that he realized he wanted to marry me when I mentioned that the holiday was coming up, asked what his thoughts were, and then told him I thought we should screw it because I hate Valentine’s Day. 

Not in the way you all might think, though. I can’t remember a time I was single on Valentine’s Day. I’m not bitter, weeping softly into my chocolates while I watch a terrible Lifetime Movie and plan elaborate weddings for my cats while I wear a Snuggie™. I’ve just come to realize it’s generally a terrible idea to go out for dinner on February 14th. Every restaurant is crowded, the service is terrible, the meal will be half as good and twice as expensive, and there’s TONS of pressure on the date to be romantic and perfect. No thanks. 

Instead, we stay in, order pizza, and play video games. We go out other nights of the year and we tell each other that we love one another every single day. Lately, though, we’ve had a lot of pizza. I thought I’d make a special meal instead – steak, wine, candles, etc – for us to enjoy together. We managed to eat while Eleanor was taking a nap, and then played Beatles Rockband. A step up from pizza, but still true to our tradition. I’ll post the recipe next year in time for you to plan your own special Valentine’s Day in.