Like most of NYC, I too have a cold. It's slowly working it's way down from my head. It's currently in my throat and chest. So by the end of the week, my belly button will feel sick. Come to think of it, my belly felt a bit... well... sickly. Not in bad way. Just in a god-we-ate-too-much way. That was Monday night.

Valentine's dinner was wonderful. We started with shrimp cocktail with tons of lime. We then had some crab and endive salad. I think I will cut down the amount of creme fraiche I used to bind it next time; maybe just lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Then, we had sole meuniere. I love sole. I've been eating it since I was a child. Mike, eh, not so much. Then, crispy skin salmon with string beans and roasted tomatoes. Overall, he loved the meal. We were so full, we decided to skip the Epoisse and sheep's brie. They're still sitting in the fridge.

He remembered that crispy skin salmon was the first meal I cooked for him EVER. It was the first night I went to his place to cook dinner. I stayed "most" of the night. I had to leave early to go catch a flight to Miami the next morning. I hated getting out of bed. I hated having to leave the "cosy-ness". And now I don't have to. Later.  ¶ 10:49 PM