I’m not a fan of holidays. There…. I said it!
I know I am probably in the minority, but I hate having to celebrate something because a calendar tells me to do so. I know when my distain started. I was fourteen years old. It was right after my father passed away from a massive stroke. It physically pained me to go into a department store and see all the father’s day displays. I hated watching television because of the commercials celebrating dads, knowing I would never be able to hug my father again.
I am of the belief that you don’t need a special occasion to show someone you love and care about them. I feel you should do little things every day, just because. Why wait for a hyped up day to celebrate. Which is probably why I am anti-Valentine’s Day.
For so many women, I think, Valentine’s Day is a disturbing holiday. It is a day so many feel bad about their current relationship status…. Lets face it, how many women do you know who have sent themselves flowers to work just so they have something to show off?
Valentine’s Day is just another day to me. I haven’t officially celebrated in years. However, this year, I had the best night ever. And romance didn’t even play a part…
In 2012 we were in the midst of a major kitchen renovation. At the same time, Hurricane Sandy ravished my home. We ended up not having a usable kitchen for over four month. As someone who loves to cook, it was torture. So when the programmers from India who are working at my office expressed their frustration about living in a hotel, for months on end, without being able to cook, I felt their pain. One of the programmers actually brought spices from India but had no place to cook.
“I have a kitchen!” I exclaimed in response and invited them over. We decided to make diner that Sunday, which happened to also be Valentine’s Day. I also invited a colleague and his family over, but he only was able to come with his son because his daughter got sick.
The excitement and joy on the guy’s faces as they began to cook their authentic food was contagious. We all peeled, chopped and sautéed. My home filled with the distinct aroma of Indian cuisine as I learned classic recipes. My friend’s son acted as our official photographer capturing every fun filled moment.
I have always been a fan of Indian food, but when I had to go to India for work in the fall I became spoiled. American Indian food didn’t hold a candle to the amazing flavors I experienced abroad. But on Valentine’s Day I had the opportunity to taste it again. And my husband finally was able to understand the difference authentic made.
Are you a fan of holidays? Have you had an unconventional holiday?