>Poor Chuck. He just gets no respect. The minestrone disaster got all the attention, and it’s actually the exception to the rule. When he cooks, it’s usually delicious.

On Valentine’s Day we didn’t go out; we ate in. He made steak, stuffed peppers, a fabulous green salad, and then topped it off with an organic wine. I merely baked brownies (from a mix, to tell the truth), and suggested he top them with raspberries from the freezer. A little whipped cream, and we had dessert.