We didn't brave the madding crowds to go out on Valentine's Day. E was trying to recover from The Death Cold anyway, so we hunkered down and ate pasta. That's right, Valentine's pasta. See, all he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas was a cooking class at the Culinary Center - a cooking class taught by the pasta chef at Lydia Bastianich's very own restaurant to be precise. So we've been reaping the (good!) rewards of said cooking class with lots of fresh pasta and tasty sauces. And on Valentine's Day he gave his new ravioli attachment a trial run. Spinach & Cheese ravioli in marinara, if you please. Not a particularly romantic nor kid-free dinner, but it was pretty darn good. (And I spent an extra hour at the gym that morning to preemptively atone for it, thank you very much)
The meal was given the Kid Stamp of Approval. And the Wife Stamp of Approval, for that matter. Because I'm all for anything that keeps the man IN the kitchen and me OUT. And if what said man produces tastes good, why, even better. Now if I could just find him a class on how to wield a mop...
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