I used to dislike Valentine’s Day. I won’t use the word hate, because it would take a lot to get me to actually hate something.
I never celebrated Valentines Day in high school or college, I actually celebrated quite the opposite. I celebrated being single with some of my closest girl friends. We would get all dressed up and go out on the town, having a grand ol’ time.
I was the girl that would be randomly sitting in my dorm lounge when the flower guy would come in on the 14th of Feb. and ask me to deliver the flowers to room ___. I politely would accept, but it was not with a willing or happy heart. This didn’t just happen once or twice either.
I never celebrated Valentine’s Day while dating either. I considered it to be a day in which men were obligated to do something for their lover…whether they wanted to or not. To me it seemed like a silly holiday, because we should be practicing our love and going out of the way for each other every day, and not just one.
Then I got married.
I looked forward to the ‘day of love;’ a day I could show my husband just how special he was! I could dress up all fancy, I could buy him gifts without him complaining too much, I could make a lovely dinner.It was an added bonus that these kind gestures would be reciprocated.
And then I became a teacher.
Students, especially kindergarten students, ADORE Valentine’s Day. I’d say it comes pretty close to their love for Christmas. Not only do they get to shower each other with love, they get to eat chocolate!
I have never felt so loved by so many. I’m going to do a separate blog post on my school Valentine’s Day, so right now let’s just stick to D and I’s.
The day of, I woke up feeling like it was just another day. I honestly thought we’d be putting our Vday on hold because of our upcoming trip to Japan (yep…sitting in Osaka, Jap as we speak), and we wouldn’t be doing anything special.
I started feeling a little sorry for myself because of all the flowers I was seeing being bought and carried by young men, who were anxious to see their women.
Then, true to Derik’s nature, he surprised me with this.
A gorgeous set of bright red roses, complete with babies breath and sprinkled with a hint of asian flair (aka the silver glitter). I also received chocolate from the new chocolate store in town…which I am SOOOO excited about! The store’s called Brussels, and you’d better believe I’ll be visiting it quite often.
After an exchange of gifts, I started on dinner.
I decided to make decorative crepes, topped with fresh mashed strawberries (no sugar needed they were so sweet), and feta cheese.
They were so darn delicious that I’ve decided to post the recipe for you! I found it on BiteDelite, go check out the blog for more amazing recipes!
To make the crepes you need:
- 1 cup flour (add more if it seems too runny)
- 1 egg
- 1 cup milk
- 1/2 tablespoon sugar
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 1 tablespoon butter (melted)
1. Mix all the ingredients together, whisk until smooth (my mix below was as smooth as I could get using a fork…oh the trials of living in SK).
3. Pour mix into an empty squeeze bottle. I tried using a piping bag, but with the lumps in my dough, that was a huge disaster. I then graduated to a hershey’s chocolate syrup container. It worked like magic.
6. Mash (Easy enough huh?).
7. Add the topping to your plate of crepes, then sprinkle feta over the top. I’ve also tried them with chocolate chips…that was divine as well! Be creative and have fun making the crepes your own. :)
In review of the day, I had a great one. I’ve never felt so loved…and am so blessed to have such an amazing husband. We’ve been together now for four Valentines Days, and I swear, they keep getting better!