Pretty Camellias on the table.
Big as saucers, from my yard.
It was a nice Valentine's dinner even if the cook did get bombed before she made the meal. (The Cosmopolitans and Shiraz did me in - never got to the champagne.)
Underneath that glob of fruit and cream and balsamic berry reduction is a little round cake saturated in Amaretto. By the time I assembled the desserts, I was having trouble focusing so it became fruit blobs. Whatever. It tasted good.
There was basketball.