a surprising valentine’s day

So, instead of the salmon, broccoli carpaccio and wild rice with fennel meal I had planned on making for Valentine’s Day, this is what it turned into:

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(We tend to celebrate our “dating” anniversary–Feb. 17–and go out then. This year we’re going to Tantalus in Main Street.)

At the same time I decided to stay at school to get some more work done, Andrew decided to come home early to surprise me…go figure. He had even set up the flowers and goodies when he was home for lunch!

By the time I got home at 6 p.m., we decided starting dinner wasn’t the best option. Pasquale’s to the rescue! I sent Andrew out to pick up the pizza and some redbox movies, while I QUICK! popped the angel food cake I’d been planning to make in the oven.

We spent the evening together on the couch, and I barely argued when Andrew suggested we watch the second movie, too.

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I served our angel food cake with a tiny bit of cool-whip and valentine sprinkles–hardly an ‘indulgence’ but my dessert for the week nonetheless.

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Well, I think our ‘plan B’ Valentine’s Day was pretty darn good. It’s nice to know that after seven years of marriage we can still have fun doing nothing together and that there are still tearful, handwritten card messages, flowers and unique presents.

the answer to everything is Pasquale’s

Well, the Elm Street Bakery turned out to be a bust last night. Not through any fault of their own; we didn’t arrive until after 8:15 due to Andrew’s basketball game and they had sold out of all their dinner items. So, in true Layer fashion, Andrew suggested Pasquale’s…

Let me just pause here for a minute. For the Layers, Pasquale’s really is the answer to everything. Get home late from being out of town? Order pizza. Abigail home from college for the weekend? Order pizza and wings. Bored around lunchtime on Saturday? Go to Pasquale’s. Seriously. We had it four times in three days once. Don’t get me wrong, I love their pizza and wings… I just try not to eat it all the time.

Anyway, back to last night. Normally, we don’t even go out to eat for Valentine’s Day because of the crowds; I usually make a nice dinner at home, but with my busy schedule lately, I didn’t plan anything. Elm Street was really only supposed to be dessert, but Andrew wanted real food.

So, we head over to Pasquale’s (after I bought a pink and purple M & M cookie at Elm Street, you know, in case Pasquale’s didn’t have any desserts I wanted.)

We exchanged gifts, and in true V-day tradition, Andrew got me an assortment of Fowler’s chocolates:

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I was so incredibly proud of myself; I cut a piece of andrew’s pizza in half and did the same to my dessert and put it in to-go box and out of sight right away. I even had a glass of Lambrusco as well!

BTW, Andrew LOVED his bag of junk food. But you what he said when we got home? That he was glad I got the small bags of chips and things so he wouldn’t eat too much. Awww, music to my ears.