Valentine's
Sorry, It has to be done. I feel loved up!
I had a wonderful, wonderful day yesterday. During the day we went to Warwick Castle, which I had secretly organised. And that was amazingly good-medieval modes of torture was horribly fascinating- they had an entire rack there! Also went and saw the state rooms, which were fabulous, if not a little creepy with the wax models of people like King Henry the 8th!
Went through what they call is the 'Kingmaker' when they were preparing for the Battle of Barnet (I am informed that was a major battle, I thought mike was taking the piss when he said that because he comes from near there, but no, apparently it's a battle I've just never heard of, but was large)- I got creeped out in there, because of the wax figures too, I am ok with them if they're behind a barrier, but we had to walk among some of them. That freaked me out. I don't like that. I keep thinking they're gonna move.
Climbed up the walls and towers, chased Peacocks- well, followed them in the hope that they would shed some of their beautiful feathers- they didn't! I got spooked in the aptly named 'Ghost Tower' too, not that there was any ghost. But I insisted on catching up the people in front who I could hear- unfortunately that turned out to be a couple of families with small children. One of the older one's hid round a corner and jumped out and said 'Boo' to a much younger one, who instantly cried in response.
I totally understood her response, and I had to tell mike to 'cut it out' when he was messing around behind me making 'wooo' noises.
We ate a picnic I had prepared and it was a lovely day.
In the evening, Mike came round to mine. We had both dressed up, although I didn't know where we were going. And we opened a bottle of wine I had bought and had chilling in the fridge.
The taxi arrived, and there was a comical moment when we had to ring him back because it turned out that although he rang us saying he was outside, when we got outside, there was no sign. Beginning to wonder if it was a magical invisible taxi, Mike rang him back. He maintained he was outside...Mike began to wonder if he himself was wrong (????) before the taxi driver realised his mistake- he was outside 323, not 223! Further up the road! Doh!
Not an invisible taxi, we made our way to the Jewellery Quarter. I still had no idea where we were going (although I thought I knew from clues given to me a week ago- and I was right).
Went into Lasan, and I felt like a princess. Proper service, Nice people, Amazing setting and atmosphere. Wine pre-ordered! Never have I been treated so well.
As for the food....sumptious does not do it justice.
We had appitizers of papadoms and mint yoghurt- quite traditionally Indian. And that would be my only complaint- I didn't think the Papadoms were that fresh, although they were crunchy, they were also ever so slightly chewy, something papadoms shouldn't be!
Anyway, then came our soup. I was a little suprised as I've never assoicated soup and Indian- but WOW. Tomato soup, with spices and corriander, and what looked like a mini samosa (and i'm still not sure what it was) in it. It came in a little cup, much like the size of an esspresso cup, not much, but it was warming, and just right for winter. Yummy- and that's coming from someone who doesn't like soup!
I chose my starter, as did Mike. We both had salmon. Salmon chunks on a bed of rocket and lettuce cooked in a tandoor oven with spices and some sort of fennel seed or something. Just spicy enough, but not too much. It practically melted in my mouth. I've never been keen on trying fish and Indian- it just doesn't seem to go to me, I like my fish fresh and simply cooked. But my god was this good! I want to re-create it, so if you have a tandoor oven you're giving away, do let me know!
The main was fab too, I had a chicken breast stuffed with many things including I think, pine nuts and spinach. It was cooked in a tomato and onion masalaa sauce and was scrumptious. That came with rice, naan and a side dish of peas and mushrooms in a spicy sauce to share.
Pudding was undoubtedly the best pudding i've ever eaten. Shredded, caramalised carrots, in a creamy sauce, in pastry looking like a samosa. It came with icecream that was balanced on top of a biscuit, with a strawberry, and had strawberry sauce and icing sugar drizzled all over it. I want that again! It was the best pudding ever. It beats the Marks and Spencer chocolate steam pudding! Yes, the one on the advert- it BEATS that by miles.
Needless to say that was not a cheap night out, but I totally appreciated it, the effort Mike went to, ensuring I had the perfect night. I know it's corny but I really felt like a princess the way I was treated. No one has ever taken me anywhere so nice.
It struck me yesterday, before I went to sleep, that I don't ever want to leave mike. He is everything I've ever wanted or needed. And that he loves me as much as I love him. Which is a lot, an awful lot. Before yesterday, I never really conceeded to his loving me equally as much as I do him, I would scoff at him when he said it, and not really believe him. Yesterday showed me, in many ways, how much he really knows me, and loves me; and I was bowled over by it.
Sorry this is gushy, and sickly sweet, but I don't care.
I'm besotted and the person who means everything in life to me, loves me back equally, and thus I'm over the moon and all soppy and happy about it.
xxx
I had a wonderful, wonderful day yesterday. During the day we went to Warwick Castle, which I had secretly organised. And that was amazingly good-medieval modes of torture was horribly fascinating- they had an entire rack there! Also went and saw the state rooms, which were fabulous, if not a little creepy with the wax models of people like King Henry the 8th!
Went through what they call is the 'Kingmaker' when they were preparing for the Battle of Barnet (I am informed that was a major battle, I thought mike was taking the piss when he said that because he comes from near there, but no, apparently it's a battle I've just never heard of, but was large)- I got creeped out in there, because of the wax figures too, I am ok with them if they're behind a barrier, but we had to walk among some of them. That freaked me out. I don't like that. I keep thinking they're gonna move.
Climbed up the walls and towers, chased Peacocks- well, followed them in the hope that they would shed some of their beautiful feathers- they didn't! I got spooked in the aptly named 'Ghost Tower' too, not that there was any ghost. But I insisted on catching up the people in front who I could hear- unfortunately that turned out to be a couple of families with small children. One of the older one's hid round a corner and jumped out and said 'Boo' to a much younger one, who instantly cried in response.
I totally understood her response, and I had to tell mike to 'cut it out' when he was messing around behind me making 'wooo' noises.
We ate a picnic I had prepared and it was a lovely day.
In the evening, Mike came round to mine. We had both dressed up, although I didn't know where we were going. And we opened a bottle of wine I had bought and had chilling in the fridge.
The taxi arrived, and there was a comical moment when we had to ring him back because it turned out that although he rang us saying he was outside, when we got outside, there was no sign. Beginning to wonder if it was a magical invisible taxi, Mike rang him back. He maintained he was outside...Mike began to wonder if he himself was wrong (????) before the taxi driver realised his mistake- he was outside 323, not 223! Further up the road! Doh!
Not an invisible taxi, we made our way to the Jewellery Quarter. I still had no idea where we were going (although I thought I knew from clues given to me a week ago- and I was right).
Went into Lasan, and I felt like a princess. Proper service, Nice people, Amazing setting and atmosphere. Wine pre-ordered! Never have I been treated so well.
As for the food....sumptious does not do it justice.
We had appitizers of papadoms and mint yoghurt- quite traditionally Indian. And that would be my only complaint- I didn't think the Papadoms were that fresh, although they were crunchy, they were also ever so slightly chewy, something papadoms shouldn't be!
Anyway, then came our soup. I was a little suprised as I've never assoicated soup and Indian- but WOW. Tomato soup, with spices and corriander, and what looked like a mini samosa (and i'm still not sure what it was) in it. It came in a little cup, much like the size of an esspresso cup, not much, but it was warming, and just right for winter. Yummy- and that's coming from someone who doesn't like soup!
I chose my starter, as did Mike. We both had salmon. Salmon chunks on a bed of rocket and lettuce cooked in a tandoor oven with spices and some sort of fennel seed or something. Just spicy enough, but not too much. It practically melted in my mouth. I've never been keen on trying fish and Indian- it just doesn't seem to go to me, I like my fish fresh and simply cooked. But my god was this good! I want to re-create it, so if you have a tandoor oven you're giving away, do let me know!
The main was fab too, I had a chicken breast stuffed with many things including I think, pine nuts and spinach. It was cooked in a tomato and onion masalaa sauce and was scrumptious. That came with rice, naan and a side dish of peas and mushrooms in a spicy sauce to share.
Pudding was undoubtedly the best pudding i've ever eaten. Shredded, caramalised carrots, in a creamy sauce, in pastry looking like a samosa. It came with icecream that was balanced on top of a biscuit, with a strawberry, and had strawberry sauce and icing sugar drizzled all over it. I want that again! It was the best pudding ever. It beats the Marks and Spencer chocolate steam pudding! Yes, the one on the advert- it BEATS that by miles.
Needless to say that was not a cheap night out, but I totally appreciated it, the effort Mike went to, ensuring I had the perfect night. I know it's corny but I really felt like a princess the way I was treated. No one has ever taken me anywhere so nice.
It struck me yesterday, before I went to sleep, that I don't ever want to leave mike. He is everything I've ever wanted or needed. And that he loves me as much as I love him. Which is a lot, an awful lot. Before yesterday, I never really conceeded to his loving me equally as much as I do him, I would scoff at him when he said it, and not really believe him. Yesterday showed me, in many ways, how much he really knows me, and loves me; and I was bowled over by it.
Sorry this is gushy, and sickly sweet, but I don't care.
I'm besotted and the person who means everything in life to me, loves me back equally, and thus I'm over the moon and all soppy and happy about it.
xxx
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