My own little pots of ‘creme’


I’m an “eat dessert first” sort of person.

Not that I actually do it. I guess I mean I’m the type to check out the dessert menu at dinner before perusing the actual entrees. Like any self-respecting 3-year-old, I would much rather sink into a bowl of ice cream than eat a piece of chicken — and if it comes down to choosing a “light” meal over a heavier one so I can have a slice of cake afterward, you know I’m going to do it.

Or, you know. I’ll eat the heavy meal and the cake. I’m still a work in progress.

My boyfriend and I were out Wednesday night to celebrate our second anniversary. It’s hard to believe we’ve only known each other two years and very hard to believe we’ve known each other two years. Our relationship has been one long conversation — the highs and lows; the dips and turns — and I don’t feel we’ve ever really stopped talking.

How is it, then, that I’m still learning so many new things about him? New and funny things? Cute and silly things? After 730 days together, we still have “getting to know you” conversations. They’re deeper than they were at first — more comfortable, easier — but still there. That flutter of excitement at learning a new “secret.”

It makes me think about how well we know other people. The sides and shades we see; the moments we choose to share. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll reach a point when I can look at Spencer, shrug and say, “Well, you know all my stories.” And actually mean it.

I hope not.

But back to dessert. The place we chose is a local haunt known more for its bar than dinners, but I hadn’t been in years — and remembered they had an excellent creme brûlée. The memory of that luscious vanilla creme, tart blackberry and crusty crystallized sugar has never left me — and I was determined that, if we were going, I would reunite with that dessert again.

There was a moment of panic when I didn’t immediately spot the creme brûlée on the menu. I flicked through the pages, scanning each item with disinterest. Without the promise of that memorable dessert, nothing captured my attention. It wouldn’t be the heart-stopping meal I craved.

But then I saw it: not just a creme brûlée but a sampler, complete with vanilla, raspberry and chocolate versions. Top of the menu (right in front of my face, of course). Dinner was good, but I was desperate to move on to the next course.

It didn’t disappoint.

We talked over the creme brûlée, sharing little bites as I sampled Spencer’s bread pudding. Walking back to the house hand in hand, we laughed about how I saw something about a “dessert flight” online — a sampler of every dessert a restaurant offers — and how I would take that over a “beer flight” any day.

I’m not much of a drinker, but I can roll with some whipped cream and cake.

And he indulges me. I’m a lucky girl.


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11 thoughts on “My own little pots of ‘creme’

  1. Boy that sounds good! A flight of desserts!? A girlfriend of mine and I will occasionally do a girls night out at The Melting Pot, and we have since learned that we should just get the cheese and the chocolate. The meet and veggies just took up space in our stomach.

  2. That does look amazing! I have a major sweet tooth too. Congratulations on two years! My husband and I have been together for 8 years and we still have new stories to tell. 🙂

  3. I am absolutely right there with you on the checking on dessert before dinner approach to life! I get made fun of all the time for eating like a bird when it comes to the entree, but then I get my revenge when I’m the only one who has room for dessert!

  4. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

    What a lovely story.

    My husband and I have been together since 2004 (married in 2007) and I have to say I still learn things about him. We still love talking.

  5. I echo what the others have said. After 15 years, I’m still getting to know my husband. Just the other night I asked him if he ate “Frosted Flakes” when he was little….. these things are important! :–)

  6. I’ve never been much of a creme brulee person…but then, I never knew there was a chocolate option!

  7. I’ve been married for 4 years, known my husband for 7, and I’m still learning things about him. Plus, he likes to keep me on my toes by, you know, changing! Just when I think I have him figured out, he goes ahead and changes. Keeps things interesting, for sure 🙂

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