Complaining about Valentine's Day has become almost as en vogue as embracing it. I believe our secretary, who can't be more than a year or two out of Hogwarts, has declared she will be wearing black in protest of how mass marketed and insincere this holiday has become. Now, as I'm sure she cares deeply for martyred saints whose exact connection to Valentine's Day beyond their names and the date they were buried is either pure speculation or legend, I am not one to judge what she can and cannot boycott. However, I for one will be grateful for the 15th of February to come so that I can stop hearing about how wonderful and how awful it is.
Bones family. Dinner tonight will be at 7pm sharp if you plan on eating. It's braised short ribs over polenta with sautéed mustard greens and a blood-orange demi-glace. Bring a bottle of wine if you come, please. A Valpolicella Ripasso would suit nicely.