Over a decade later, I still have issues with flowers.
It all started a few weeks before Valentine’s Day, when my boyfriend and I had a chat over dinner about how neither one normally does much for Valentine’s Day. I thought I was in the clear- maybe we’d make a nice dinner, watch a movie at home, eat some homemade chocolates. And he’s always maintained that he doesn’t like flowers since they die.
Then the week of Valentine’s Day, where I got asked the following questions:
Boyfriend: What’s your address? I’m updating my address book.
That seemed silly, but I gave him my address.
Boyfriend: What’s your schedule like this week? Did you want to get dinner?
I said sure as long as it was low key since I was on nights.
Boyfriend: Hey, I know you’re on nights right now. Do you wake up if someone rings your doorbell? If you get a package, where do they put it?
I replied that the UPS guy leaves packages on my deck since I don’t wake up. To anything.
Boyfriend: Hey, do you wake up if someone call your phone?
I reiterated the point that I don’t wake up. To anything.
Of course, I was working every night up until Valentine’s Day, which made shopping or really anything else a bit difficult, as I was keeping the hours of a vampire (and working a lot of hours at that). But I really had the feeling that I was getting flowers.
On Valentine’s Day, I woke up after sleeping most of the day so I could shower before what I felt was a very early dinner, as it was happening before I was even eating “breakfast” that week. I did, however, check my phone to see if I had a missed call.
No missed call.
I then checked my deck. No flowers.
I checked the side door. No flowers.
I checked the mailbox. No slip from a florist informing me I had missed a delivery.
Now, by this point in time, I was a little bit disappointed. I normally pride myself on my powers of deduction (Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character), and to me there were too many coincidences in Valentine’s Day week. But I then was thinking that I had been wrong.
That is, until my boyfriend showed up, and insisted on walking in (and looking around) my house when he came to pick me up for dinner.
Boyfriend: Did you get a package today? Nope.
Boyfriend: Did you get a phone call? Did your doorbell ring? Nope and nope.
Boyfriend: Well, that’s annoying. I sent you flowers.
I secretly did a “yessssssssssssssss” for my powers of deduction. But then realized I still didn’t have flowers.
After much arguing, I finally got my flowers four days later. And my dad didn’t have to come to the rescue this time (though he did offer to).
Always On Time Hasselback Potatoes*
no need to have anything delivered
- Yukon Gold potatoes
- Sea salt
- Olive oil in a spray bottle
- Truffle oil (to finish)
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
- Wash potatoes and remove any eyes that might have developed.
- In a glass baking dish, spray with olive oil spray (so the potatoes don’t stick and get nicely brown).
- One at a time, snuggle the potato close to an old wooden spoon. Using a knife, make thin slices in the potato, cutting until you just barely hit the spoon handle (if you go too hard, you’ll cut the spoon).
- Place potatoes into the baking dish. Spray with olive oil. Sprinkle on salt and freshly ground black pepper.
- Bake 40-50 minutes or until the potatoes are easily pierced.
- Remove from the oven. Drizzle with a teeny bit of truffle oil (use olive oil if you don’t have truffle oil, though I find that a bit of truffle oil goes a long way, and it’s not that much of a fortune) and parsley. Serve.
*a.k.a. Accordion Potatoes