Sometime last week (or maybe it was the week before), it was my wedding anniversary. Remembering dates is not my strong suit. Luckily, Husband’s not so good with them, either. It is not uncommon for both of us to forget the date of our anniversary until several weeks later. Perhaps this is why we’re still together. Or maybe we both keep forgetting to file the divorce papers. Either way.
But this year was our 10th anniversary. Clearly this marriage thing is turning into some kind of a habit. We didn’t forget the date altogether this time, but we were both unprepared for the day gift-wise. Evidently, the appropriate etiquette gift for 10 years of marriage is something made out of aluminum. That sounds, um, romantic. Did we ever establish whether or not aluminum causes cancer? I hope the gift suggestions get progressively better over time.
Nevertheless, I did a quick aluminum gift brainstorm. Aluminum siding? Nah, I’m quite partial to our wooden shingles. Aluminum pots? But that would really be a gift to myself. Plus, you can’t cook anything acidic in them, which is an annoying limitation in a pot. Aluminum baseball bat? But Husband already has one, and how many bats does one man need who isn’t on the Red Sox? I mean, he thinks he’s on the Red Sox. That much is clear. But as far as I can tell, he is not actually on the Red Sox and do we really need to encourage the delusions?
Instead, I decided to show up on our anniversary with a six-pack of beer and two giant steak bombs from Carl’s. The steak bombs came wrapped in aluminum foil. It was the best I could do on short notice. Husband then presented me with a box of ricotta cannoli from Antoine’s Pastry Shop. They contained no aluminum and I was very offended. Then we proceeded to eat and eat and eat and eat until we made ourselves physically uncomfortable and the only sentiment verbalized the whole rest of the night was a wincing “Don’t touch me!” Our moans were not of a sexual nature.
Looking back over the evidence, it’s unclear who was trying to kill the other first on our anniversary. It was almost a tie. If I could do it all over again, I would have celebrated the event with the more anniversary-worthy meal I cooked three days later: grilled pork chops and peaches with balsamic vinegar.
The locally raised chops were rubbed with basil, oregano, fennel seed, salt, pepper, and olive oil, and were grilled alongside the peaches. The peaches are great this year, aren’t they? Once the fruits were appropriately grill-marked, I splashed them with balsamic vinegar, orange juice, and a sprinkle of purple basil leaves. Grilled pattypan squash and coleslaw on the side. Sour cherry cobbler for dessert.
It was probably still too much food, but slightly less masochistic, don’t you think?
Pork chops: Chestnut Farms, Hardwick, MA
Peaches: Carver Hill Orchard, Stow, MA
Squash, cabbage, onion, carrots: Waltham Fields, Waltham, MA
Cherries: Orbaker's Fruit Farm, Williamson, NY