Chocolate and long-stemmed roses signify Valentine’s Day to many.
For me, though, it’s all about banana cream pie.
You see, when I was dating my husband, he actually took the time and effort to make a banana cream pie for the first time just to surprise me. To understand how out of character that is, just consider that his nickname is Meat Boy, not Pie Boy. Grilling and smoking mega hunks of meat is second nature to him. But making pastries and desserts? Honestly, most times he’d rather eat a second helping of meat than end a meal with a sweet. So, when I saw him turn on the oven and pull out the butter, sugar and flour to mix the dough, it was a shock.
What made it even more memorable? He made it and then took the cream pie proudly to my parents’ house to share with them.
Now, that’s love.