Last night was amazing beyond words. The plan (or so I thought) was to go out for sushi at a local restaurant (they have brown-rice sushi—yay), then come back to my house and watch a movie, and I’d make chocolate mousse. But after he picked me up, I noticed we were heading in the wrong direction.
“Isn’t the restaurant the other way?” I asked.
“Yeah, sorry; we have to swing by my house first because I forgot my wallet,” he answered.
Uh-oh, this wasn’t going so well… But when we arrived at his house and went inside, it was lit up with candles and soft music was playing—turns out he had cooked me dinner!! (His older sister helped, he admitted.) We started with mix-green salads with fresh raspberries and Annie’s raspberry vinaigrette. Then we shared one big bowl of whole wheat spaghetti, à la Lady and the Tramp (he knows I love that movie). It was so sweet; I wish I had pictures, but there was no way I was going to say, in the middle of a romantic evening, “Hey babe, do ya mind if I whip out my camera to photograph the food for my blog?”