V-day miracle. For real.

We've all heard of Christmas miracles but on Monday a Valentine's Day miracle happened. 

Husband brought home flowers. 

I just about fell out of my chair when he walked in with these.  Yes they're boring super-market roses (probably $19.99 from Safeway) complete with tacky Baby's Breath but who cares. He actually bought flowers.  Swoon and sigh, he loves me.  

Ooooohkay, of course it does take more then flowers to demonstrate his love but the fact he took the time to buy these proves that he's not completely clueless on Valentines day.  I may have to retract my last post.

{ Photo evidence is always required when documenting a miracle}

We went out for a romantic Valentines Day dinner to a local restaurant called LeVilla.  We inhaled enjoyed several deliciously decadent courses including Saffron Seafood Chowder, Duck Breast and Arugula salad, Oysters Rockefeller, Enoki Mushroom Risotto, Lobster with Black Truffle Hollandaise, Filet Mignon and then dessert (since we apparently weren't completely full yet.)

 And of course we enjoyed several bottles glasses of an amazing Sauvignon Blanc. 

 It was all obscenely calorific.  Yum.

Ingeniously after a few glasses of vino I completely forgot to pull out my camera to snap some pics of our meal.  However I did take a pic of the heart shaped pizza I ordered for the kids from Boston Pizza. They thought it was the coolest thing they'd ever seen and it totally made up for the fact that they weren't allowed to join us for our adult-only dinner.

 {Who orders over priced heart shaped pizza on Valentines Day? Mama Does.}

I hope all you lovelies enjoyed your Valentines Day with the ones you love the most and that you were gifted with something pretty...like a super-market bouquet of flowers.

Coffee I lurve thee!

So what could be better than  a cup of coffee...not much I'd say. If you drink it black, it has no calories, it conveniently suppresses your appetite when you're on your never ending diet (Massive Weight Loss 2009, soon to carry over to 2010)...and it keeps you going long enough to survive a day with kid #1 and #2. 

This might be true...("you paid too much for that coffee")...but I usually disagree. What could be better than a tall, half sweet, non-fat, no whip, Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks? That's right, nothing...ok, maybe a GingerBread Latte.   It's a little bit of heavenly YUM and for 150 calories, who cares!

But my true lurve is a regular cup of black, Tim Horton's coffee. No frills, cheap...and the only way I get my ass out of bed in the morning!   (crying kid #2 is only a distant second).....

For those of you in the U.S. that don't "know" what Tim Horton's is, well , that's just unfortunate.  It's divine, and reason enough to immigrate to Canada. That's right, DUMP America and come on up. You'll be glad you did...for the coffee.

http://www.timhortons.com/ca/en/index.html 

If I could live on Pasta I would....

It's true...in a perfect world I'd be feasting on pasta every damn day. But it's not a perfect world, and I've been working on "Massive Weight Loss 2009" for a year... (henceforth to be referred to as MWL 2009).    Pasta is a double edged sword....delicious yet deadly.  Ok, so deadly is dramatic but I going for heavy emphasis here. On the one hand it's glorious carby-ness could not be a more perfect food, it's versatile, satisfying and so much more than just a side-dish  (no offense potatoes), it's just so darn eff'n good!  But on the other hand at over 300 calories per 85 grams, it's out of control. Who only eats 85g of pasta? Not me.  (500 grams equals 1 pound, and yeah, I can eat a whole pound of pasta).  That's a calorie crime-scene.

It's also a trigger food....once I have a bit I can't really stop. Yes, for most people that's more of a chocolate/fries/sweddish berries sort of a problem... but for me it's pasta. (Linguine really is a little strand of heaven sent from God).

 Life's not fair.  I want pasta, now, like right now (yeah it's 1:30am, so what)?  But's that's not the sort of thing that's happened since I was pregant with kid #2. And look where that got me...fighting with a bitch called MWL 2009.  Gawd I hate her!