I need your advice.
What do you do for dates?
I don’t mean Medjool or Deglet Noor, fresh or dried, put them in salad or wrap them with bacon.
I’m talking QT with your main squeeze.
I’ve got a hankering to spice things up. I want to leave The Blacklist and various “Movies On Demand” in our dust and ride off into the sunset to do things new and exciting – or at least new and. . . fun? Weird? Unusual? Silly?
A couple of weeks ago, I got the bee in my bonnet that I wanted to go on a “couples sunset kayak adventure” in the nature preserve.
This, I thought, was a grand romantic idea.
Until I remembered the mosquitos.
And thought about the twelve other people we’d be kayaking with and the more than likely hairy + pungent guide.
And the alligators.
And the smell of the mangroves.
And the fact that I haven’t exercised in over a year.
When discussing it, I told my husband I thought I might not be strong enough to go far, and I imagined I wouldn’t be able to move my arms the next day, I’d be so sore.
“But,” I reasoned, “I think we’d be OK if we went in a tandem kayak.”
Because then he could paddle me around.
I’d sip something bubbly while he rowed us out into the sunset and back and staved off violently hungry alligators. (Uh, hello ROMANCE!!)
He looked at me expressionless. “Yeah. I picture me paddling you around too”.
OK, fine. Not so romantic I guess.
Jeesh, Cranky Pants.
The other night we plopped ourselves on top of our bed at 9 pm and busted out the Scrabble board. My general rule of thumb is that if it’s past 8:30pm, I don’t play games that make me think (Go Fish, Uno, or Yahtzee! are most likely to appear at this hour), but I was feeling lucky.
He said I should prepare to be obliterated.
He said he was going to cream me.
I claimed it was fine. I just wanted the practice. I need to expand my 7-letter-or-less vocabulary and learn how to manipulate the board to my advantage.
I needed to use my brain past 9pm, and this was a good night to make the attempt, since for some reason I was still alert enough to form coherent thoughts.
I’m not going to say we didn’t end up using the words, it and yo.
I’m not going to say we didn’t squabble over whether or not we’re allowed to use abbreviations or the Spanish language.
I’m not going to say I used the past tense of a bad word to keep myself in the game – I’m also not going to say that our 8-year-old bopped into the room and left giggling because he saw it.
241 points from the start, Mr. Main Squeeze beat me. By TWO POINTS, People!!
241 to 239.
That is so NOT a creaming.
It was, in fact, a victory in my book. Not to be creamed is a total win.
And, as fun as it was to sit on our bed, holed up in our room for privacy in a house bustling with kids, I have a feeling Scrabble isn’t going to cut it every time (alligators and stinky mangroves, anyone??).
I need ideas. NEW ideas.
Of course, my mind almost always goes to food first – a picnic date? A wine tasting date? A happy hour date? A progressive dinner date? A brunch date? Dinner and a movie date? Food, food, and more food.
But guys – as much as I really do enjoy those, it feels a little “been-there-done-that”.
Be my think-tank, won’t you please?
What’s your favorite stay-in date and your favorite go-out date?
What’s the best non-food related date you’ve ever gone on?
What’s the best food-related one? (I can’t resist!)
And, as far as this tart goes, I’d say it’s totally off-topic – except that I’m pretty sure I discovered both Manchego cheese and chorizo while on a date with my husband.
The cheese and chorizo – along with baguette slices, olives, roasted peppers, and chimichurri – make a lovely appetizer platter.
So why not bake them into a tart that can serve as the main meal component any time of day?
Why not, indeed.