Gavin came home from NYC yesterday. He didn’t bring me a card, chocolates or flowers, but that was OK, he came home and that is what is important.
I used Valentines Day as an excuse to use our nice plates, I figured if “I’m bored” and “because I could” are acceptable reasons, a random holiday (like President’s Day, Cinco de Mayo or Flag Day) was a good enough reason to use them as well.
Dinner was good, and we waited a little while before we sliced into the cake. We planned to share a piece, but the moment Gavin tasted it he announced “You’ll have to get your own.” I tried to protest, and he continued: “I don’t think you understand how good this is, have you tried it?”
We did end up sharing the piece. Gavin praised it as “exquisite, amazing, and fantastic,” and I have been informed I can make it again, frequently. His only suggestion for improvement, perhaps a tart raspberry sauce to drizzle over it, however, he offered no suggestions as to how that could be accomplished. I shall have to think on that.