Fire-n-Ice Romance
Heading from the street-level parking area down to our happy home, I am enchanted by the glow of candles illuminating my path.
My husband had transformed the remains of several storms into a candelabra, placing votives directly into the snow.
He awaits my arrival by our door. When I walk in, more flames greet me: In the fireplace, on the mantle and the table.
And more ice: In the shaker, from which he pours a cocktail of POM Wonderful juice, Zirco coconut water with pomegranate, L’chaim Kosher Vodka, Peychaud’s bitters (1869 German recipe) and frozen organic berries.
Cheers!
Dinner is ready, too, complete with a salad featuring homemade croutons.
My husband had transformed the remains of several storms into a candelabra, placing votives directly into the snow.
He awaits my arrival by our door. When I walk in, more flames greet me: In the fireplace, on the mantle and the table.
And more ice: In the shaker, from which he pours a cocktail of POM Wonderful juice, Zirco coconut water with pomegranate, L’chaim Kosher Vodka, Peychaud’s bitters (1869 German recipe) and frozen organic berries. Cheers!
Dinner is ready, too, complete with a salad featuring homemade croutons.
What did I do to deserve this? I’m not sure. But please remind me to keep doing it!
posted by Caroline LangerDavis at
9:09 PM
3 Comments:
Beautiful!
By
Shannon, at 8:34 AM
Is that a roofie floating in the martini?
By
Prince Edward, at 1:03 PM
Wow! What a guy! You so deserve him and he, you!
By
Amy, at 10:57 AM
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