It's almost 8 PM. My H just called. He's been stuck in traffic for the past 2 hours. He finally made it to his favorite Greek restaurant, and he's stopping for a beer and hoping the roads will clear.
It's a disappointment. I didn't expect him to do anything for V Day, but I cooked a nice dinner. The Scarborough Fair Chicken. I think the recipe is a few pages back, and a bottle of champagne. So S18 and I ate. Boy, that chicken is delicious. I haven't made this dish in years! And I'm sitting here sipping the champagne.
At least H has spent the past 2 hours trying to come home. I have a good dessert fixed too. A kahlua cake with vanilla ice cream and fudge sauce. Maybe he'll get home before we dig into that.
I wonder if this means Valentine's sex is off the menu too.
