Happy Valentine's Day

I'm so glad to be able to write this. Looking back over the last year, I know I am one lucky girl to be able to say on this Valentine's Day that I am married to a wonderful man who has stuck with me through thick and thin, till death almost parted us and beyond. I could ask for no better partner in life and I hope that I have been as good to him as he has been to me.

To celebrate my birthday and Valentine's Day (and maybe our anniversary which we think we never got a chance to celebrate), we went to our all-time favorite restaurant, Blue Ginger in Wellesley. It's almost embarrassing to say this, but we had a food orgy. We ordered the tasting menu--eight courses of pure gustatory titillation. Each course is delivered and explained; Ming even delivered one (later he autographed a menu for us--now I have two). Our taste buds went into overload with the various flavors and fusions.

When it was time for dessert, I felt like the diner in the Monty Python movie, The Meaning of Life, who after completely gorging himself is handed a mint ("just one thin mint"). Upon eating it, he explodes. I am sure we were ever so close to exploding when they brought the dessert. But we managed to get it down. We waddled to the car shortly afterwards and made it home. The bed sank a little lower last night, but we were content. Good thing we only do that once every 18 months or so.