My husband is of Ukraine decent.  His mother recently passed away.  One of his comments was that he would never eat borsht (beet soup) again.  I love Ukraine food, but didn't know how to cook his loved dishes. 

So I contacted his elderly Aunts to obtain the needed recipes.  I spent the week cooking borsht, headcheese, cabbage rolls, baked perogies, boiled perogies, and shish kebabs.  I had to do this during the day while he was at work.  I had to have everything frozen, the house aired out, and cleaned up daily before he got home to keep it all a surprise. 

On Valentines day when he came in I had the table all set with all his favorite dishes.  I told him he had to close his eyes, and I led him to the dining room table.  He opened his eyes, and began to cry.  My husband is not an emotional man so I knew I had touched his heart. It was worth all the effort.  To please him, pleased me.