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Los Porchs Do VD

We aren't a fancy people, that's for sure, but tonight Porch pulled out all the stops to create a fabulous evening.  Of course, most of the fabulous-ness is centered around the food.  Hey, fat kid's gotta eat!!

I'm not much of a Valentine's Day gal; in fact, my strongest feelings about it are more about correcting the people who refer to it as "Valentimes Day."  But in the spirit of not showing up empty-handed, I got a card for Porch and made a white chocolate mousse with raspberries for dessert to accompany his "plan."

Cue Porch, arms full.  He unloads the contents of his grocery trip onto the counter and I try to help as much as I can... in the end?  This is what he produced:

Doesn't suck, I can tell you that much!  A delicious dinner of steak and lobster with asparagus.  And wine.  Lots of wine!  We sat at the dining room table talking for about 3 hours with the television off.  I liked it.  A lot.  :)


With the news of an upcoming trip to Italy, Porch surprised me with Rosetta Stone:  Italiano as well as a box of chocolates.  But let's be serious, he had me at wine.  Amo mio marito!

Happy Valentine's Day from Los Porchs!


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