This year, Valentine’s Day fell on a Thursday (our usual “Thursday Night Raw”), so to make both parties happy, my hubby and I compromised (isn’t that what marriage is all about; there’s a “promise” in that word) on our dinner for the evening.

For as far back as I can remember (during our time together, that is), I’ve made Matthew his traditional request for a meal made with love by yours truly. Now, you would think that it would be something involving many hours of…