5 years of Marriage Celebration Neatly Packaged without a Bow

After a week or so of neither of us really taking the reins to plan something wonderfully fantastically celebratory for our 5 year anniversary we ended up just going out to dinner. But not just any dinner, a delightfully enjoyable dinner. Really! It was the first time since our last anniversary that we went out for an extra nice dinner. It was such a special occasion with such memorable moments that I preserved them for always with the wonders of today's age of technology: the digital image...so I can relive the beauty of the moments forever and ever and ever like the money shot in a hot dirty porn. Sigh...Good stuff there.

Let's relive the night together? Shall we?

A little flash and the drinky poo goes poof! I will have to make one or maybe a pitcher of these myself! This was an extremely delicious yet not nearly strong enough Pineapple Upside Down Martini. All and all in the end, I likely should have had a few shots of bourbon to do the job, but this was very yummy and a fairly suitable exchange.



We tried to enjoy each other's company without killing each other. We chatted small talk, laughed at the decor, the faux wood Burger King-esque tables at the booths, and the horrible band in the banquet hall full of septuagenarians celebrating their high school reunion. Go class of '56! Do the Twist!

I had to wonder would we make it to be septuagenarians together? Would we be sitting together like this 40 some years from now yucking it up as we waited for our dinners? Would we even live that long? Would I let him live that long? Were we really meant to be? We have made it this far and no it hasn't been easy, but was it fate like we've always joked? My mind was filled with these questions of fear, doubt, uncertainty and...that is...um...is that the waitress there with my plate.... I think that's ours right there...It is, just look at that... Oh, Jeebus Jehoshaphat jumping on a pogo stick that is the most glorious thing I have ever seen...oh my gawd...ssshh can't think...Food's here!

If you can just over look the paper place mat for just a minute you will see...

Steak Oscar on Steroids.

A tender medium cooked slightly and nicely on the pink side 6 oz. Filet Mignon sandwiched between two delictable fluffy buttery crab cakes topped with perfectly steamed, yet crisp, stalks of fresh speared asparagus piled high with delicious white fluffy flakes of fresh cracked crab smothered in the most sinfully delightful Bearnaise sauce all with a side of crowd pleasing cheesy hasbrown casserole.

It was like a crab cake Filet Mignon burger I have only imagined in my dreams.

Twas the most incredible plate of Steak Oscar I have ever been so lucky to have cross my path.

I honestly think I almost came right there at the table when she laid this glorious plate of food in front of me. I almost thanked Jebus on my knees right then and there. Almost.

I order Steak Oscar EVERY time we go to a fancy restaurant without fail. Right from our first dates it was always my first pick. I rarely deviated from my self enforced norm and likely never will. If he liked seafood I would make a cheap fake crab version or a Chicken Oscar at home. Often. Very often, but alas I am not so lucky. So that makes it extra special when I do get to have it...as it was on this night...the most special of the special Steak Oscar nights possible. Ladies, I do not think that you may understand the magnitude of just how fucking beautiful this steak could possibly be...so here's a close up.

Observe the graceful sandwiching of the filet and and the perfectly sized crab cakes and how they come together like a work of art...like they were made for each other.

Relish in the beauty of the perfectly laid steamed asparagus, the carefully yet abstractly piled crab topping, and the artistically drizzled Bearnaise pooling perfectly at the base.



Seriously. Relish the moment [insert violently shaking fist in your face here]! I said RELISH!

Back shot for good measure...

And yes, I did absolutely have a oral orgasm right there as I placed that first glorious piece of heaven upon my tongue. It was so incredible I declared it the king right then and there.

'Oh, baby, oh, yeh, oh, oh, you're the King!'

Then we had cake.

A very delicious Red Velvet layer cake made with ganache chocolate. No candle, yet just divine.

And got into a fight on the way home. Sigh. At least we have eating in common.




Here's to another 5 years?!

Cheers,

Donna Freakin' Reed





xoxox