A Tasty Prequel

So, amidst all of the papers, monologues, film scenes, architecture readings, class presentations, masques and mainstage work ... the fact that Valentine's Day is coming - and is on my mind - is baffling.

And oddly enough, not in a "OMGZ IM SINGLE SO I HATE COUPLES" or "This is a bullshit Hallmark holiday" kind of way or even "What will I get for my manboy this year?"

It's in a "So, I'm going to need a stick of butter, some prosciutto, a roasting chicken, thyme, rosemary, garlic, sea salt, crushed chillies, smoked paprika and some potatoes."

Yeah. I'm letting the St. Whoosits day friend date take over.

I've never really seen this day as one for couples, actually. My strongest memories are of those little boxed cards you'd fill out for every kid in your class, and my mum putting pink foil-wrapped Kisses in my lunch bag. Also, cinnamon hearts contests at the back of the bus (I came in second with fifty-seven in my mouth at once). I've not been in a relationship when the day has come around, so it's never meant romantic love to me.

Last year, a bunch of us girls went for a dinner at Pags, followed by seeing the (awful) movie Valentine's Day, and then Cheesecake at QV. All in all, pretty good. But it required some forethought, just as a real date would have.

This year, the elaborate dinner is homemade, and for Roommate. She and I are calling it couple this year, and deciding to forgo the "eff you, we can go out, too!" mentality that so many people seem to take.

I'm going to post the recipe (and hopefully pictures) of the chicken I'll be making. It's a marriage between Jamie Oliver's roast chicken, and my own. So, of course, with due credit I'll try and find a link to that and add my modifications.

The best thing about Valentine's day? Discounted pink candy on the 16th. Aw yeah.