A Blogger’s Valentine

Valentine's Day Coeur a la Creme - Inhabited Kitchen

Love is…

Accepting that the beloved is going to put together a plate of delicious hot food – and then stand there in the kitchen taking pictures of it until it is cold. (Or – eat the cold food herself, keep your food in the pot to stay warm – and serve it overcooked.)

Love is looking at a plate of food that made it to the table still fresh and hot, and saying “That looks good! Should you take a picture of it?”

Love is washing dishes, and dishes… and more dishes… and answering apologies with “But I get to eat it!”

Love is surrendering the good computer to the beloved for hours on end, for photo editing and blog writing. (And not objecting if she also relaxes with a game for a while in between…)

Love calls on the way home to ask the beloved if she wants anything from the grocery store.

Love puts the leftovers away, because the cook is tired.

Love eats experiments. (They *usually* work…)

Mini Tripod


Love, without objection, eats the food the beloved needs, and accepts not being served the food the beloved cannot eat. (When we eat in restaurants, we often eat each other’s intolerances – which makes some funny meals…) 

Love sees an adorable mini tripod and immediately secures it for the beloved. (What – you got chocolate and flowers? I got a tripod! You tell me that’s not everyone’s ideal gift? Well – it’s mine…) 


I know when I am loved.

I love you, Rich. Here’s my heart… Coeur a la Creme in Raspberry sauce - Inhabited Kitchen

On an unromantic, practical note – here’s also a better picture of the Coeur a la Creme.  (Love eats the same thing several days in a row until the beloved gets it right…) Naturally this time the heart shape didn’t come out as nicely – note to self, you do have to be finicky about lining the mold. I don’t think I got the damp filter paper to lay quite flat… (It’s damp because that makes it easier to do that…) But at least this time it’s not bleeding…



2 thoughts on “A Blogger’s Valentine”

  • Love buys me a ruffling foot for my sewing machine instead of a bunch of flowers which would have cost twice as much and lasted only a few days. Years later I am still using the ruffling foot and smiling with the memory each time.
    Love brings me 6 pink roses on Feb 13th when our family was completed by the birth of a daughter 21 years ago this week.

    • Yes. That.

      It’s about recognizing me as an individual, and doing something for me and my wants and needs, not for the Generic Woman. And supporting my interests and projects.

      Living with a food blogger has its ups and downs, he’s encouraged me through them all, and I wanted to acknowledge that… (Even as I left him a sink full of dishes…)

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