A Valentine like only a chef can give

I know what you think this post is going to be. You think this is going to be about the amazing dinner my husband the chef made for me.

Wrong.

Restaurant people don't do Valentine's Day. Or most holidays. We work them. Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve, New, Year's Day, the Superbowl, weekends, weddings, summers...

It makes us a little jaded about holidays, which sometimes makes me sad because I like holidays. I love celebrations. I live for playing elf, cupid, bunny, and all the other secret creatures that bring songs, presents, tricks and treats.

Otherwise every day may as well be Tuesday. Mundane ol', school night, leftovers for dinner Tuesday.

So today, even thought he wasn't feeling it, and just wanted to go to TaeKwonDo, like he does every Tuesday, honey made me a flower. Made of hearts cut out of the chefware catalog.

Which he made into a card.

And I came in pissy with the groceries, thinking that he didn't do a thing, and didn't even see it at first because I plopped the bags right on top of the card.

Thank you, baby. You know just how to turn the B into a Be Mine.