"Forget the chocolates and the red roses this year," I tell him while I cut the root vegetables into bite-size pieces, coat them with olive oil, and toss them with salt and pepper.
"You have never complained before," he says with a stunned look on his face.
"Surprise me this year with something different," I tell him as I slide the vegetables onto a rimmed baking sheet.
On Valentine's Day, he hands me a box wrapped with bright red paper.
I lift out an aluminum baking pan, shaped like a heart, and I try and keep a straight face.
"You have never complained before," he says with a stunned look on his face.
"Surprise me this year with something different," I tell him as I slide the vegetables onto a rimmed baking sheet.
On Valentine's Day, he hands me a box wrapped with bright red paper.
I lift out an aluminum baking pan, shaped like a heart, and I try and keep a straight face.
