When my husband I first married we lived 1 block from a wonderful small town bakery called Itchi Bon Downtown Bakery. The owner's wife was oriental (not sure where she was from exactly) and she had named their bakery "Good Buns"=Itchi Bon.
Every Sunday morning before I woke up, my early riser man would trot up to the bakery and buy me 2 peanut butter donuts. They were actually rolls like cinnamon rolls, but with peanut butter cream in them and peanut butter frosting on top. I loved them and loved that he did this for me. That's romance to this simple woman.
As the years passed, the owner's changed and the donuts changed and the peanut butter to die for rolls went away. (sorry, time out for tear wiping). Okay now. One block in the other direction was a small grocery store which had all your basic needs and had been owned by the same family (father to son) for as long as I had been around. You could buy just about everything you needed for weekly grocery shopping, but maybe not the size or the brand you were looking for. It was very convenient and very friendly and they carried your groceries to your car, if you drove there. They still do that, by the way. I still shop there.
As times changed the store needed to grow and offer more to be competitive and added a fantastic bakery! They were making peanut butter donuts! My adorable man spotted them the very first day the bakery opened and said nothing to me. The following Sunday morning I awoke to 2 fantasticly huge peanut butter frosted peanut butter cream filled rolls on my kitchen counter right next to the freshly brewed (because he had already emptied one pot and he knows never to allow me to wake up coffee-less) coffee.
So to those who wonder how two people as different as he and I are have stayed together all these years, it has a lot to do with peanut butter donuts! And that he wanted me to be happy.
I no longer want or get them on Sunday mornings. The hips and belly are not in need of that big calorie and fat load at this age, but I know that if I mentioned to him how much I loved them, he would drive the 2 miles it would take now to get them for me. Yep, that is romance. And that is why 29 years of wedded bliss is still on-going. I'm a lucky girl.