I opened my Valentine’s Day present yesterday. I love Valentine’s Day. This is my holiday every year. Zach get’s Veteran’s Day.
I love Valentine’s Day because I get what I ask for. Last year, I think that I asked for, and received, nothing. Sad. But the prior year, I asked for a thimble. I got a thimble and flowers. I was happy. One year I got a glorious digital piano. Super happy.
This year, I asked for a loaf of Zingerman’s chocolate sourdough bread. Zingerman’s is only my favorite speciality food store in the world. It is the best thing to ever happen to Ann Arbor, MI. I lived in Ann Arbor for 2 years, and regret not going to Zingerman’s more often. Their deli sandwiches are to die for.
Anyways, Zach ordered me something from Zingerman’s, and it showed up in a box two days ago.
As the box sat in front of me, I debated on whether or not to tear into the box right then and there. Who knows what he got me. It could be cheese. Needs refrigeration. It could be a cake. It could be my coveted loaf of bread. Needs opening.
I decided the moral thing to do was to leave it be. I waited.
Zach came home, and I immediately pointed out “his” package to him. I asked him if it was perishable, and if so, when could I open my present. I am not patient when it comes to gifts. He hesitated.
“Ah…I think it will be okay. When are we celebrating Valentine’s Day? Uh, I think it will be okay till Saturday.”
Dejectedly, I sniffed the box. Please don’t get stale, little present of mine, I silently pleaded.
Yesterday, he came home from work. I commented on the box again, and he said, slightly surprised, “You haven’t opened it yet? You better open it today.”
Happy day! Later that evening, I slit open the box and peered at the contents. A magnet telling me about bread storage. Hmmmm. A bread postcard. Yummmmm. And not one, but TWO round, plump and crackling loaves of bread.
There was no chocolate sourdough. It was better. He bought me a 6 month Bread Club membership. I get 2 loaves of bread for SIX months. I was overjoyed.
Then, even though it was almost 11pm, I did the unthinkable – I sliced some amazing pieces of sourdough, warmed them up and lathered them generously with butter.
It was delicious. Even though I knew it was going straight to my thighs, I savored every soft, buttery, chewy mouthful.
Today, I had bread, butter and hot Azeri black tea for lunch. Extremely satisfying. Immediately comforting.
What an awesome husband. What a great Valentine’s Day present.