Last night, he took me back to the tiny Moroccan restaurant where he asked me to be his wife. We’re not new there; the owners know our faces. The owner-chef is comfortable about teasing us and asking us about “baby making.” Succulent Mediterranean cuisine is made in house. It’s delicious, a love affair for the taste buds. Might I recommend either the Almond Chicken Tajine or the Stuffed Grouper with Saffron Couscous? But, my favorite, a must-have item, is the uniquely refreshing Pomegranate Hibiscus Tea. Tea. Always tea.

This marvelous honeyed tea is a deep, sensual, ruby color with both fruit and floral notes. Both slightly tart and perfectly sweet, it’s, well, perfect. Complete. Palate satisfying. And isn’t that a bit like love? Two opposites, two pieces, two flavors swirling into one complete, beautiful dance? The tart is still tart. The sweet remains sweet. But, together, neither diminishes it’s own liveliness, but each compliments the other. Together, they’re magnificent.

This cozy Moroccan nest is dear to us. Besides being significant because it’s the place I promised to be his forever-bride, Saffron is insanely sensuous. It’s lavish in its Mediterranean sensual romance. So, this is where we spent Valentine’s night. Of course, I ordered the tea–two glasses of tea and one to bring home. For the coffee lovers, they have an incredible kahwa, Moroccan style coffee. It’s strong, served with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Saffron Cafe’s kahwa is the only coffee I can drink black. It’s just that good.

Lily girl has been there before, but on the night we celebrate love, having her join us was precious. She wanted to hold my ringed finger in the very spot her Daddy put the ring on my finger. Together with tea + love. What could be better?