It started as a joke one year when I got Trey a pizza for Valentine’s Day.
In a world of mind numbingly cliché Valentine’s Day gifts, I thought a pizza was a refreshing alternative. His reaction was overwhelmingly positive (I think I remember clapping). The thing is, pizza is a controversial topic in our house. I’m sensitive to gluten and dairy, which means Trey deprives himself of cheesy gluten pies of death out of sympathy for me all year long. I’m pretty sure if he would have known there was a pizza clause in our relationship agreement to begin with, he would have peaced out a while ago. I’m kidding. I think.
Anyway. As it turns out, Papa Johns (and other pizza places) does a Valentine’s Day heart-shaped pizza every year. I really can’t imagine anything that says love you bae more than giving the gift of cheese and bread. So, it’s kind of our thing now. On Feb 14th we eat pizza. We pretty much get drunk off it. Parmesan cheese, garlic dipping sauce, the whole nine yards. “Love and Gluten”, starring Trey “the Papa” Doig and Nicole “that’s too much parmesan cheese” Lee.
Even better, he told me this year he’s giving me a new tube for my bike tire. So, I’m going to ride my newly pumped-up bike down to Papa John’s and pick us up a heart-shaped pizza. Have you ever rode home on a bike with a pizza? Me neither. I’ll report back.
For a gluten and literally cheesy Valentine’s Day: Order a heart-shaped pizza. Keep your favorite jeans on (we all know you’re wearing them anyway). Grab a couple local brews. Don’t forget a bouquet of pretty flowers. Wear a cute necklace. Lastly, turn on your favorite rom com movie and make out already.