Caution. Don’t eat raw chicken—even for a man!

“I will do anything for love…”

Richard and I had barely started dating the month before.  So, to this point, our relationship included awkward conversations, competitive tennis matches, fumbling kisses, basketball games of P-I-G, and getting to know one another.

And then that big red day hit—Valentine’s!

My husband is a total romantic.  How he ever asked out such a tomboy, I’ll never fully understand.  Perhaps I once did my hair?  And my makeup?  Perhaps I once DIDN’T wear sweats?  Who knows.  It’s all foggy to me.

Due to his romantic nature, I should have expected him to do something phenomenal for Cupid’s Day.

And he did.

A beautiful setting, under a gazebo, near a small creek.  Flowers.  Balloons.  Rich in a suit.  China place settings.  And raw chicken?

Raw chicken?!

A million thoughts were swirling through my mind.

First and foremost—oh no!

You see, my husband’s family is full of mega-watt healthy eaters.  Like Raw Foodists (not nudists), Vegans, Vegetarians (are there any more categories?).

Yes.  I know chickens are not vegetables.  But I didn’t know if eating “Raw” chicken was a new way to “Go Green” (on your plate).  You see, I am a meat and potatoes (meaning—hamburger and french fries with an XL Coke, please) type of gal.  And I really evaluated, mentally,  “How much do I like this guy?  Enough to eat one small piece of raw chicken?”

Seriously…Eating raw chicken literally crossed my mind.

Crazy?

Perhaps in love???

Back to the chicken.

So, as my “date” was serving up the food—all of it raw vegetables (again—family of raw food eaters), he got to the chicken. That’s when he asked, “How much chicken do you want?”

And I gulped, said a silent prayer, and also made a mental note to myself, “Remember, Brooke, if you get salmonella poisoning, let the ER know immediately that you ate raw chicken…All for a man.”

Then I looked up into his green and sparkling eyes, his bright and beautiful smile, and I said it, “One, please?!”

Slip.  Slide.  Raw chicken meat now on my plate.

Gulp.  Sigh.

“I will do anything for love…???”

He sat down across from me—so happy and proud.  And we held hands while he prayed.

Well, at least I think he was praying because I was busy in my own mind hollering, “Dear Lord God—save me from salmonella.  I know I am foolish to eat raw chicken, but I REALLY like this guy.  He went to all of this work for this beautiful Valentine’s dinner.  SAVE ME, LORD!”

I think I heard an “Amen”.  So I looked up and smiled sweetly (probably batting a few eyelashes as well).

Where do I start?  Perhaps I can nibble on a raw carrot while I see HOW he eats his chicken?  Perhaps I can eat all of my raw veggies, requesting more, and then “filling” up on raw veggies and discreetly toss my raw chicken over my shoulder when he isn’t looking?  Perhaps I can…

Wait.  What’s that?  What is he doing…

He’s pulling out a lighter.

He just lit something on fire.

And then I noticed something on the table that SHOULD HAVE been quite obvious before.

A fondue pot.

Slap my head and call me insane.  I was about to eat raw chicken.  For a man.  On Valentine’s Day.

I remember being in a Tom Sawyer play as a 5th grader, and one of Tom’s lines was, “I’ve been such a fool, Becky.  Such a fool.”

Well, I think that I can officially rephrase those lines today, “I was nearly such a fool, World.  Such a fool!”

A fool for love…

“I would do anything for love…even eat raw meat!”

And fly in small tarp planes with new pilots.

Crazy Brooke!  Keeping it real…for love.

xo for your big red day of love,

b

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Picture is Richard as a new pilot prepared to fly Brooke, the reluctant passenger, in the Piper Super Cub.  Anything for love?! 

Make sure to “catch” a time…to date!

We seized the day and went on a lunch date!

When you’re married for a long time, there is something that sometimes gets put on a shelf.  And that something is called dating.

Yep.  Rich and I are totally guilty of it.

In fact, on days when we don’t have kids, we’re all like, “Yes.  I’m taking a nap.  See ya later!”  And off we each go to different areas of the house.  It’s as if the other doesn’t exist.

Now, mind you, there are moments when I am HAPPY to get rid of my husband 😉  Okay—just kidding.  Totally happy when he’s around…and gives me space.

But, for the most part, we greatly enjoy each other’s company.   We, like many of you, however, get caught up in this thing called Life.  And this thing called Life has a way of making us…well…sleepy.

Especially with a wee one in the house.

And sometimes we really have to make a spontaneous effort to take those moments, when we are together and alone, to really enjoy one another’s company (I’m not talking bedroom talk here, folks.  Naughty people.  Lol).  Plain and simple “being in the presence of my special someone” time.

Therefore, today I want to encourage you-a time may come about when you have one million other things on your plate.  You may have one million other places where you think you need to be.  The home may have one million things that need doing.

But that is okay.

Because if you have that moment—forget about those one million other things that need to be done, cleaned, places where you need to go, and focus on ONE…

The one person that should be the most important to you—your spouse!

And take the time to be.

After all, the lists of “To Dos” will still be there two hours later.  That’s Life.

But in the midst of Life, don’t forget to take the moments that Life gives you—and enjoy.   Go!  “Catch” a date.