I remember how aggravating that holiday can be when you’re not dating. Heck, it’s a little annoying sometimes when you are dating. The continual suggestion that you’re not being nice to your Significant Other the other 364 days of the year can be a bit insulting.
On the other hand, I managed to get the steaks for tonight more or less perfectly done. They went on at room temperature and with just the right amount of salting and peppering to get a good surface on the stove top; and the I hit the sweet spot on the broiling time*. I know, I know: grill over coals/gas, or go home. It’s February, it’s windy, and I can’t grill for beans. Wasn’t happening, sorry.
*I did think about taking a picture. More accurately, I looked down at the remains of my plate, and thought Damn. I should have taken a picture of that steak.