We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, then come home for her favorite dessert (see Valentine’s day.) But she has a cold, and Milo is getting it, so I scrambled to finish the preparations for Saturday’s big party (and tonight’s intended dessert, which is in the fridge for baking tomorrow) so I could run out and get something. Since she loves her a burger, I got some buffalo burgers at a specialty place nearby and got (back) to work. In honor of the birthday girl, here’s a picture of the salad she made me yesterday with one of our little butter lettuces since I was out late hanging some work and then buying her gift (a couple of vintage glass bedside lamps) and then getting the shades and also the stuff I needed to rewire them so they actually worked.
Normally I hate buying pre-formed patties, since they’re always too thin and somebody else seasoned them. But I couldn’t be picky. I tried to make up for it with the rest: sweet potato fries, super-fresh picked baby greens, root pickles, and 2-year aged Vermont cheddar. Not too shabby for a punt. Since she wasn’t drinking, I got to enjoy the 2005 Raffault Clos des Capucins Chinon all by myself; I decanted it since the first sips were searingly tannic; over time it’s revealing some nice layers and will no doubt be quite elegant in a few more years. (Unlike my wife- she’s so agelessly beautiful that it’s starting to get kind of Dorian Gray scary.) So despite our plans, a mellow evening. Saturday should make up for it, to say the least.