ahem.

a prelude: hannah is somewhere rolling her eyes.

so, earlier in the week the boyfriend made mention of cooking dinner. something to the effect of, "you're off wednesday night? i'm off wednesday night. maybe i'll cook." i mean, it was that casual. as in, we might stay in. just as easily, we might go out and play darts.

i should have known. there were clues that dinner wouldn't be chicken and rice. one: he's a chef. but two: as i stepped out of the house at 6:15 for a faculty reading, he was coming in...with about a thousand shopping bags for just as many grocers. and, inexplicably, sake.

when i got home he said, "perfect timing. i'm just about to plate the first course." seriously.

the menu:

I. heirloom and melon salad, served with fresh goat cheese, mixed greens, sunflower seeds, and a lemon thyme vinaigrette

II. tuna, served rare, rolled in sesame seeds. over cabbage, garlic and shallot slaw. topped with honsemheji* mushrooms

III. seared rack of lamb, served with a vegetable hash

IV. strawberry mochi (kinda like ice cream) topped with peaches and cream

and i, i contributed a bag of ice.

*i asked bo--no lie--eleven times what kind of mushrooms they were. then, i woke him up this morning at 6:45 (when i was walking out the door) and asked him again. then, i just sort of stared at him sleeping. not in a creepy way. as in, this motherf*cker gets to sleep for FOUR more hours. which made me want to punch him in the stomach.