How do you define love on what is the commercially-made greatest LOVE fest of the year?
Is it by a card?
A dozen roses?
Is it a sweet treat, a bottle of bubbly, or a fine dining experience?
Is it a movie?
Or maybe a hot air balloon ride (*cough, ahem Hubbie *cough)
A massage, some intimate time together, or a long walk?
How about none of those. My love token today came in the form of meat, and I am being COMPLETELY innocent here guys.
Hubbie cooked up a huge piece of T-Bone steak for dinner. And as we served our plates up, he told me he had cut off the fillet part of the steak, which is essentially THE BEST part of the meat for you vegetarians/non-Butcher wives, and it was all for ME.
“Awww,” I went.
He is a fussy butcher my man, but I still WIN.
Hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day with their loved one. ♥♥♥
11:12 pm update: Hubbie just read this post and shook his head in disappointment at my using a Rib-eye steak photo instead of a T-Bone steak one.
I TOLD YOU FUSSY BUTCHER.