I clean up and I cook. I don't like stepping on cruchy stuff in my bare feet, and I like to eat. She doesn't, so I do.
Valentine's day was baked farm-raised salmon in marinade (farm raised doesn't compete with the Tiger Sauce the way wild salmon does), seasoned pole beans al dente, and Uncle Ernie's root mash; parsnips, turnip, beet, garnet yam, and new potatoes, with butter, sauted onion, garlic, a dash of S&P, splash of cream and a bit of sour cream- all mashed in the pot with a spatula so it's not over-worked.
I should have thrown caution to the wind and picked up a chardonnay, but I'm not supposed to drink. Would have been nice, though...