Be My Scottish Valentine

So for Valentine's Day this year, we went to Scotland.

OK, I lied.

But we did go to a Scottish pub downtown. Instead of the traditional upscale Valentine's date, I was more in the mood for a walk on Mass Ave and finding a dim little place with wood floors and no reservations. We found it. And it was the perfect low-key Valentine's outing.

Bry let me peek into a few of the shops along the way and I also found a new prayer journal for myself and a Madeline match-the-tiles-from-memory game from Mass Ave Toys (the cutest little toy shop ever) for Poppy. She won't be able to play with it for about two more years, a practical fact that Bryan brought up, but I just couldn't say no to Madeline, the little French orphan that I grew up on.

Scottish food is interesting. Bryan ordered the Angus burger. It's marinated in Worcestershire sauce, peppered, and then rolled flat.

To eat it takes a two-step folding process.

I had the vegetarian haggis with neeps (parsnips). Not the most aesthetically pleasing dish. Come to think of it, the name isn't very appealing either. But it was good. I really like mashed parsnips. It would have been fun to experience the authentic non-vegetarian version, but lamb hearts and liver are a little intense for me.

It was so good to be together, just the two of us. I hope all of you had a LOVE-ly day as well!