So yesterday. Isaiah and I decided to pick the most random day of the month to surprise each other. And it was the same day. I went to Hastings and got Isaiah the new(est) Rocco DeLuca CD. Even though Deftones just came out with a new album, I thought this was a better buy. He’s been talking about it for a long time, and he and I both are raving Jeff Buckley fans…he said DeLuca was the next best thing supposedly. I have yet to discover for myself.
So I came home and Isaiah had groceries in a bag to make mushroom-stuffed ravioli with sun-dried tomatoes and alfredo sauce and a lemon meringue pie (one of three favorite desserts – The others, you ask? Boston/Banana creme pie & Crème brûlée). He whipped up this graphic real quick to show the delight we shared over this meal. Since we adopted from Arrested Development the Charlie Brown Christmas Song as our “sad music,” using Peanuts to celebrate only seems right.
Today, we got a package in the mail from Isaiah’s dad holding inside…Not one, not two, but three Gino’s East pizzas…Also, happiness. It held inside: Happiness in the form of Chicago’s best pizza. (One of very few that claim the title).
This is Gino’s East in Chicago if you have never had the pleasure:
Inside, you can write with anything that writes on the walls…We have both had tons of awesome memories at Gino’s, however, we’ve never been lucky enough to go together.
This is what delight looks like in pure form:
So it’s silly that food made our week so much, but after the busiest, most tiring week I can remember, a delicious meal made by my future hubby and pizza from home in Chicago are where I find my comfort. Sometimes food can just make or break your day. Or, as the old Spanish proverb says, “The belly rules the mind.”
P.S. If you’re wondering how this relates to wedding planning…they cater.