Don’t get me wrong; my boyfriend and I have got plenty in common.
We also have a few fundamental differences. Things I have a hard time getting past. Things at the very core of who we are. Things like he doesn’t like ants on a log.
Say what?!? Who doesn’t like ants on a log? Who is this man and what is this craziness? I wouldn’t think twice about them as a cocktail party snack or lining up a whole forest of fallen logs and calling it dinner. Not my Matt, though.
I know. We should seek counseling.
But in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I am reaching out. I’ve created an hors d’oeuvre that screams classy (for Mr. Fancy Pants) but actually caters to my inner desire to feast on ants on a log. They’re prosciutto wrapped almond butter & chèvre stuffed dates and they are totally addictive. Matt’ll dig them because I’ve replaced the raw celery with prosciutto. His much hated raisin-ants are now giant Medjool date-beetles. And the peanut butter has been swapped for almond butter and chèvre because, well, peanut butter and prosciutto just felt wrong. [Read more…]