I had a very romantic weekend with T. It was funny. He texted me on Thursday and asked if it was okay if we celebrated Valentine’s Day on another day because he had to work late. I said it was fine, no big deal. He said I was “the best”. Haha. I guess because I don’t freak out about special days or something?
Anyway, I couldn’t go to see him until Saturday morning because on Saturday morning I had to meet G and Co to get the bridesmaid’s dresses altered. Of course we all had to go together, I have no idea why. I so do not want a big fuss about my wedding. I don’t even know if I’ll have a bridesmaid. I don’t even want to invite anyone really. Just me and T and maybe our immediate family. It is private and personal, not a stage production.
So after I got done with that, about 10 am, I set out for his house. It is a good thing I let him know I was on my way because he scrambled to get everything done before I got there and still hadn’t finished.
When I arrived at his house he was in the kitchen cooking. He was making crème brulee. I was super excited because he had been telling me about his famous dessert since like our second date! Then he showed me that he had the table set up all pretty for me and flowers and everything and he was going to make me dinner.
I never expected him to do something big for Valentine’s Day. I thought maybe a card and some flowers, but this was so sweet. I helped him to make four flavors of crème brulee, raspberry for me, plain vanilla, chocolate coffee, and green tea. He said he usually made peppermint instead of raspberry, and he even bought some raspberries and blueberries to decorate them with.
We put them in the oven and then he wanted to give me his gift. He had been working hard on it. He gave me a dice bag he made himself. Light green on the outside and dark green on the inside. It was so sweet that he took the time to make me something. He also gave me some dark green dice with gold letters to go in it.
Then he gave me the sweetest card. It sounded just like him. When I showed it to Mom she said it sounded like a woman wrote the card but then Gram read it and said that T had said something similar to her about me. It made me feel really good because I know that is how he feels about me.
Then I gave him his presents. One was a keychain that said “You hold the key to my heart” and then a box of Reese’s Pieces that I had labeled “I love you to Pieces”. I also made a heart shaped letter thing out of something I wrote about how much I enjoyed the look he always gave me.
The alarm went off for the food and we went back and fooled around with that. He made me a cheese and egg white omelet out of the leftover egg whites from the dessert. I was really hungry and it was around noon that I got to his house. We took out the crème brulee and let it cool while we went and put together the Legos I had gotten him for his birthday. I had wanted to do that for a while but hadn’t been up there. Anyway, we got about half done with it when we started getting hungry and thought we better make supper. He said I didn’t have to help him make supper because I was always cooking for him but I said it wouldn’t be any fun to just sit and watch.
He got out the ingredients. He was going to make me spicy chicken stuffed with apples, yellow squash and zucchini stir fry, and sweet potatoes. Then he realized he didn’t have any of his good pans so we went down to the storage building where his stuff was and got them. While we were there he said,
“See. I have a table and chairs and a couch and just about everything we would need at first, and you have the bedroom furniture.”
I couldn’t help but smile and feel all warm inside.
“I would have gotten the pans earlier,” he said, “But when I knew you were coming so early I was running around doing eight things at once. Mom kept telling me not to be nervous but I wasn’t nervous, just excited I got to see you.”
Anyway, we went back home and I sliced the veggies while he did the chicken and spices. We got them all in and started but when I asked him what he wanted to do with the sweet potatoes he said he had no idea.
“Well,” I said, “How about brown sugar and spices?”
“Sounds good,” he said as I looked up the recipe. I had made it a long time ago but couldn’t remember. Instead of boiling the potatoes first we just peeled and cut them real thin, like chips, and then put them in the melted butter and sprinkled them with cayenne and brown sugar. They cooked for a while to get soft but they were very tasty!
We got everything done and he said it was so much fun cooking together. We just worked so well together. The moment one of us needed something the other would step into it, ready to go. We even moved the same, never getting in each other’s way. He also said that my helping him sped up the process considerably because he was a methodical cook.
“Yes,” I agreed, “Sometimes watching you cook makes me nervous!”
“Why?” he asked, sounding kind of hurt.
“You get so focused on one thing that you don’t… It is like watching someone play a game,” I said, “Aw, come on! Do this and this side quest on the way and save yourself some time! Didn’t you see that opportunity there? Now it is too late! Arg!” I said with a grin. He laughed and nodded.
So then we were ready to eat dinner. His parents had gone out to eat so we could be alone together. He had changed into a nice shirt and I had on a short dress and tights. We sat down and he served me, which was fun. He moved his plate to my side so we could sit together.
“I really like doing this sort of thing,” he said.
“Yes, it is fun,” I agreed.
The food was all really good. Then he got out the crème brulee and we tasted all of them. The coffee one was a little overcooked and too strong, mostly because we did not have a good strainer. I didn’t like the green tea at all, even though it is his favorite. The raspberry was very good and the vanilla was TERRIFIC but a little underdone because for some reason it had the most. I liked eating a bite with a piece of raspberry. YUM. I had never had crème brulee before and I really liked it. At least his.
After dinner I went to start cleaning up and he took me by the hand and pulled me back to his room. He said we’d get to the dishes later.
To be continued…