After a very busy day at work yesterday — not a bad day, just extremely hectic — I was happy to slide into my car and head for home. Our home is my retreat, my sanctuary, and I couldn’t wait to get there.
Then I remembered I had to swing by the grocery store. Dang it! Oh well. The list wasn’t very long. Soon I had grocery bags loaded in the car and was finally heading home.
When I walked in the front door, I instantly noticed three things:
- The house smelled divine.
- There was an awful lot of ruckus and activity in the kitchen.
- My cat was mere seconds away from imminent death by starvation, despite two previous meals that day, and he made sure I knew, without a doubt, just how hungry he was, loudly and repeatedly.
I dropped the grocery bags on the dining room table and wandered into the kitchen, followed by my howling cat. My husband was cooking up a storm. A loaf of Italian bread waited on a cutting board, and pots and pans steamed on the stovetop.
I had mentioned recently, while we were watching some cooking show, how much I love lobster bisque. My husband tucked away that piece of information, then did some shopping and got to work last night. When he called me to the table, there was a bowl of homemade lobster bisque, a small plate of toasted bread, and even a glass of wine waiting for me.
Funny thing is, neither of us drinks wine, so we laughed as we tasted it, made a face, then tried it again, thinking maybe it was an acquired taste, only to make a face again. That’s all right. The lobster bisque was delicious, and I have enough left over to pack in my lunch for a day or two.
It was such a beautiful surprise. I like that he was thinking about me to plan the dinner. I like that he paid attention to my passing comment about a TV show. I am touched that he spent so much time researching a recipe, shopping, and then cooking all of it and adding his own special touches.
My husband doesn’t like seafood, so he didn’t even get to eat any of it. He laughed and said he couldn’t taste-test as he was cooking, because he thinks lobster tastes disgusting. Well, I can assure him that it turned out great.
The day’s hectic pace quickly faded away, and I just felt so special and loved that I had to write about it. I will be smiling when I heat up my lobster bisque for lunch today!
Sweat & Sparkle 