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J and I do not really go in big for Valentine's Day.
Case in point: tonight's dinner.
We will not be going out to a restaurant, partially because that sounds like our version of Hades on earth.
Instead, we're going to finally use the ground beef that I bought sometime last week and which required the sniff test when it was removed from its styrofoam. (We were not entirely clear on whether or not it passed the sniff test, which to my mind means that it did. Failing is definitive. Passing can be ambiguous.)
After being doused in Lea & Perrins, onioned up, and seasoned, I believe this ground beef will be edible. I suggested to J that we shape the patties into hearts in honor of the holiday.
Mostly, though, I'm glad to be married to a man who is willing to eat questionable meat with me on national holidays rather than let good(ish) food go to waste. Hearts and cupids, my foot. What we have is real romance. (And potential food poisoning...together!)
