Oysters, Because It’s a Special Occasion
Yesterday was my husband’s birthday and I completely forgot.
First I made him take a boring walk around the neighborhood with me and the baby instead of letting him go on a scenic hike when he got home from work early.
Then I pooh-poohed what he wanted to make for supper. “Do you think we can grill a plantain? Then we could eat it with the grilled sea bass and some black beans.”
“You might like it!”
“I might like it but I’m not really in the mood for it.” (I’m not really in the mood for it – on his birthday!!!)
Then he offered me oysters and I said, “No!” As in, Ew, how could you even suggest that!
He said, “But it’s a special occasion! We have to celebrate.”
And I said, “Celebrate what? That you bought oysters again?”
“No, today is a special day. Don’t you know what it is?”
I tried to get my sluggish, stuck with baby twenty-four hours a day on very little sleep, don’t even know the date, brain to work. Our anniversary!? No, I know it’s not May yet. Just when the light bulb was about to go off he says, “Today is my birthday.”
Oh, I felt so bad. I buried my face in his chest for a while. He took it well though.
Then he made this fancy concoction for dinner:
Grilled sea bass (his own recipe, with stuff like chiles, minced tomato, onion, and cilantro, lime, etc), a tostada with vegetarian beans (for me) and queso fresco, a mango-cucumber salad, and a grilled plantain that didn’t turn out very well.
And then I shared this awesome birthday video with him:
In conclusion, I’m a lucky, lucky gal.