Valentine's Day is here and it's no surprise… it's one of my favorite holidays.
Now, it wasn't always this way. I used to HATE Valentine's Day and write it off as a silly, “Hallmark” holiday. I suppose that was before I met my husband Charlie.
Now, it feels like a very intimate holiday. A time to really reflect upon love – not just romantic love, but all the kinds of love in my life. But I'm not going to talk about the intense, soul-drenching love I have for my two kids, or my mom, or my treasured girlfriends, or even myself.
Instead, I'm going to tell you about my love for steak.
What's steak got to do with Valentine's Day? I'll tell you. It goes back to the first V-Day I ever had with Charlie. We'd been dating for a few months. We were in love and I already knew we'd be together forever — it was thrilling. I walked into his apartment and the whole place smelled of sizzling steak.
Through a slightly smoky haze, I saw him buzzing around the kitchen. A sexy British man making me sizzling steak. OMG. OH YES. It was a revelation. And when we sat down, each bite satisfied a very deep craving – for lust and sex and love. For a man who could feed me, and in doing so, feed my desire for him.
So yeah – I discovered that the way to my heart (and my libido) is a beautifully prepared piece of meat. It's true. It's a little weird. But it makes me feel sexual, sensual, lusty and libidinous. Maybe I was a cave woman in another life?
The truth is, I didn't know this about myself until Charlie made that steak. And now, it's a running joke in our house. A chicken roasting in the oven? Guaranteed to get me feeling frisky. A leg of lamb on a spit? Don't even get me started. And that's before he starts to carve it. His cooking brings out the animal in me. He likes that “weird” part of me, and in return, it turns him on.
What's the point of me telling you this story? Well… on a holiday where there's such a high value placed on dinners, diamonds and expensive gifts, I suggest you focus instead on the unique intimate connections you share with your spouse. The quirky, naughty and nuanced curves of your desires and turn-ons. The “thing” that only the two of you share. The thing that turns you into an animal.
Talk about it, and then go there again. There's a reason you were drawn together, so remember it. And if you feel it's faded too far out of reach, never fear. Intimacy loves to be rekindled – it practically begs for it.
Use Valentine's Day as your excuse to spark it up again. This year, I'll be taking mine medium-rare!
PS – If you're in NYC and you're nterested in rediscovering your enthusiasm for sex, love and lust, then join me at the Mommy Mojo Makeover workshop, starting February 27th! www.mommymojomakeover.eventbrite.com