Valentine’s Day is a trade-off in our house. One year I plan. The next year he plans. It’s romantic, I promise. We have yet to talk about it this year though. I’m hoping that means it’s his turn. But just in case, I’ll have s’mores ready. They have a sweet spot in our hearts.
A couple Valentine’s ago I took him out for sushi. A true act of love. Try as I might, I can’t stomach it. I ordered the one non-sushi item on the menu—a chicken teriyaki bowl—with all the other kids in the restaurant. We hopped next door for dessert—s’mores. A mini flame, dark chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows. It was far from fancy but just right for us. There’s something about making food together that makes my heart go pitter patter. Even if roasting and assembly is all that’s involved. That must be the secret to fondue restaurants. But my favorite part—looking up at each other after taking the first bite. Roasted marshmallow left on the sides of our mouth. With a shmear of chocolate. And a smile on our face. Something you can only do in the midst of complete comfort.
I hope your Valentine’s Day is filled with messy s’mores and smiles.