February 14, 2011
The date was accidental, really. It was just a great series of coincidences. It so happened we had a can of caviar kicking about the pantry, and a bottle of fantastic prosecco from my friend in Italy, and we had bought buckwheat flour for bliny, and two types of goats cheese, and I had a pair of red stockings, and a new pair of very high heeled red shoes had just arrived, and one thing led to another, voila, a v-day dinner with all the trimmings, at home. Pretty perfect, actually, including cooking together and falling asleep together, early.