Made dinner for (at the time) GF. She had mentioned she loves real buffalo mozzarella, and had talked about her favorite wine frm a reasonably obscure Italian vintner. I find the only 3 stores within 25 miles who stock the wine and drive out to Brooklyn to get it. I get some "flown in" Mozzarella di Bufala and serve it with heirloom tomatoes and a little balsamic vinegar, followed by a grilled 3 lbs porterhouse steak and fresh asparagus, and a couple of chocolate soufle's for desert. When someone mentioned in conversation a few days later how nice it must be to have BF who would do that, her comment was "well, it's not like he made souffle's himself, they came from the store". I was so pissed off I said "No, I made them from scratch". When the friend left the room, I admitted to her that they were the kind you buy and then cook and she really let me have it. It's nice to get that kind of thanks for cooking someone a nice dinner.