Technically, our anniversary is Tuesday, 4/12; however, Steve left for a business trip yesterday so we celebrated Saturday night. I love Eataly and had been meaning to go there with Steve for years. He remembered and off we went.
Before I get to a few food snaps, I have to say the following:
Steve is wonderful. He is everlastingly patient with me when I have almost no patience these days. He sings silly songs (on key, no less) and changes the words so that they’re about me. When I have insomnia, he says “Make your brain stop moving. Dream of cheese.” He has organically, generously taken on the role of planner of all travel and logistics in our marriage, resulting in fantastic trips to South Africa, Costa Rica, Montreal, New Orleans, Portland, Arizona. He makes my life – and our shared life – easier and more fun in so many ways. And to top it all off, his shoulders. Man, his shoulders.
In one year, we’ve had a wedding, a honeymoon, a move (Steve’s into my/ now our apartment), two pregnancies, one miscarriage, a co-headlining show, a job change (his), and a babymoon. As soon as I get a drink in my hand again (August, maybe?), I will toast him and our many adventures.
Until then, some shots from Eataly:
Once Steve suggested we go to Eataly, I immediately began dreaming of their pasta with cacio and pepe. So simple so wonderful.
Steve had the lasagna. He gave me a bite. Also delightful.
And then we had gelato. But there was no time for pictures then. One must destroy one’s gelato immediately, which is what we did. We each had one scoop of tiramisu gelato and one scoop of salted caramel. A wonderful anniversary meal.