One year down

(Looks like Chris beat me with a post, but I’ll add my own version.) I have been happily married for a year! We celebrated by exchanging gifts and going out to eat at Central—a restaurant we’ve been dying to go to before it even opened. I got Chris hiking boots for his upcoming “man-cation” at Zion National Park. Chris gave me some chocolates and a featherbed for our mattress. Not quite the traditional paper, but who follow tradition nowadays?

The famous chef of Citronelle, Michel Richard, opened up Central for the bourgeoisie of D.C. Unfortunately, we are not even in the bourgeoisie class and will only eat at a place like that on special occasions. Central was the winner of the James Beard award last year, which is pretty outstanding considering it was in its first year.

I love French food—provincial not frou-frou—so I was thrilled at the opportunity to try out Central. You can check out our flickr page for pics of the French onion soup, cheese puffs, ribeye, cassoulet and dessert. It was a delicious meal and a perfect evening.

As I look back at the year, I have to say I equate Chris to be my own Fitzwilliam Darcy or more recent, Mark Darcy, after my own encounter with a Wickham or Daniel Cleaver. So, who wouldn’t be happy to be the Mistress of Pemberly—although our “estate” is only 750 square feet? In my mind, I’m living my favorite fairy tale.