It wasn't until we moved to Chicago that Jay and I finally came out of the closet as foodies. Jay had been much more interested in gourmet meals than I, especially when I lived in Boston. But I was a poor graduate student, and a fun dinner out for me meant Pizzeria Uno or, if we were going to be really fancy, Legal Sea Foods. As a result, we missed a lot of great cuisine in a city that offered food of all types. So when we moved to Chicago (after living in the California desert for two years) Jay finally convinced me that it would be fun to splurge every once in a while on a great meal. So for big occasions (each of our birthdays, our anniversary, and Valentine's Day) we'd forego giving each other gifts and instead go out in the city for a superb meal. Some of our favorites were Crofton on Wells, MK, Blackbird, and Onesixty Blue
The latter was our choice for Valentine's Day 2005, which was the most monumental Valentine's Day ever for us... We celebrated with champagne (compliments of the cute little gift bag we got when left the restaurant), chocolate-covered strawberries (courtesy of one of the great parishioners at the church where I was working), and a to-die-for meal. Nine months later, yep, a little boy.
We haven't done much to celebrate Valentine's Day since then. Last year we said Hello to each other as Jay clocked out of Joshua Duty and I clocked in. This year, as we were standing in the bathroom, Jay said to me, "Hey, isn't today Valentine's Day?" "Oh, I guess it is," I said, "Happy Valentine's Day!" And that was about it. We're not sure what to do now that we don't have a big meal to splurge on. Heck, I can't even have wine with dinner tonight.
So I guess "Happy Valentine's Day" will have to do!