My last first Valentine’s Day was twenty years ago. So let’s just say I’m a bit rusty at this thing. Actually, my husband and I are both a bit rusty. We don’t plan on Valentine’s Day anymore. At least not the traditional kind. But we have our own version.
This year, we spent it at a food market with all sorts of food trucks and vendors. Our day started early, as we caught the first train out of our little suburbia to the L.A. Union Station. As a side note, if you are ever in the area, visit this train station as it still has many of it’s original architecture.
From there, we hopped into a Lyft to take us to the two-mile ride to Smorgasburg LA. Let’s just say we stuffed ourselves, and by the time we left, we decided to walk the two miles back to the train station as an attempt not to explode from all that food. We both wished that they had hammocks instead but we had to content ourselves with sitting underneath a giant tree to rest from all that pigging out and walking. A hammock would have been a bad idea anyway, as we would probably not have been able to get up.
We had our fill of seafood–from uni to lobster, then some shrimp, then on to some spam musubi, a bit of hummus and pita. We finished off our gorging with some Ube ice cream (a traditional Filipino ice cream made of purple yam). Hubs bought a few French macarons to see how they stacked up to mine. He said mine are better. Smart dude.
Suzie Jay says
Sounds like a perfect Valentines day to me. Lots of time together and plenty of food 馃槈