A couple of weeks ago, Jared and I were in desperate need of a date night. The combination of the bleak winter weather, the post-holidays come down, and the psychic stress associated with the new president (I won’t even mention his name here) had created what felt like an emergent need for: wine, somewhere, outside our home. When our babysitter fell through at the last minute, Jared came to the rescue with the perfect date night in: an indoor picnic, a smorgasbord of vittles, a bottle of bubbly, and Alfred Hitchcock’s To Catch A Thief cued up.  It was the perfect night in.