Stuffed doesn’t begin to sum it up. If there was a more severe word for being stuffed to the gills with insanely excellent food, I would be that…plus a molten lava cake.
Since my hubby and I were sick for this year’s Valentine’s Day, we were forced to cancel our dinner reservations. Little did I know, this was a major blessing in disguise because, as a result of not going out to dinner and staying in, Hugo planned a ‘multi-course’ dinner for me tonight. He continually labors in the kitchen for me on a regular basis and I am beyond appreciative of his attention and care towards my nourishment and health. But this time was different. Tonight’s ‘multi-course’, which I will explain in a bit, was a ten hour process, experience and endeavor, filled with hard work and a whole lot of love.
When he wrote his handmade card for me, Hugo asked me to join him for a multi-course meal. I, of course, smiled and happily agreed (I mean, who wouldn’t?!?) and we joked about what the definition of multi-course actually was. I poked by replying that five, if not nine, courses could be found under the multi-course umbrella. Hugo enjoyed my little jokes, later divulging that tonight’s culinary quest would be a total of four courses. And let me tell you, four was more than enough.
It started with king crab legs with garlic butter. It could also have stopped there because that kind of course alone makes even a vegetarian happy. What is it about garlic butter that speaks to the soul? Oh, that’s right, it’s the garlic butter itself. – purely perfect in both the garlic and the butter.
Next, we moved on to a palate-cleanser of watermelon granita with mascarpone cream. Never had it but it was pretty amazing. The cool, refreshing watermelon did just as intended as my tongue was cool and refreshed. The garlic butter was sadly washed away, but that was the point, right?
Next, mushroom carbonara. And here, dear reader, is where I yet again realize Hugo is my soulmate. I know it every day but let’s be honest, anything mushroom related truly has the key t my heart. Rich, creamy and decadent, it hit all the right spots and satisfied my belly.
Finally, molten lava cake. From scratch. And it was perfect. To think, my husband was nervous that it wouldn’t come out correctly or was even mildly overcooked, which it wasn’t. When I tell you this cake was perfect, just imagine the ideal dusting of powdered sugar covering a slightly warm, freshly baked, personally-sized bittersweet cake. Oh, with oozing chocolate ganache on the inside. It was a great meal but that damn cake, complete with a large cold glass of milk, just made the night.
I have said many times how cooking for someone is truly the ultimate expression of love. I believe that because of the way I was raised and the man I was raised by, as my father grew his own food and slaved away in the kitchen to feed my mother and I. I believe it even more when I am greeted after a twelve hour day at work by a beautiful multi-course meal that my husband knows I will enjoy so much. He knows this because he knows me, he listens to me, and, above all else, he aims to make me happy in life, as I do him. This man must love me and I certainly love him, probably more than he knows and I deserve. Happy Valentine’s Day ♥♥♥
PS – Josh Weissman gave Hugo his date night meal cheater for this special occasion. He subbed king crab legs for steak, and a few other small alterations occurred along the way, but otherwise, bravo Josh and Hugo for a tummy full of goodness and a job well done.