Some couples celebrate their anniversary with candles or getaways. Ours falls on December 29, stranded between Christmas exhaustion and New Year’s chaos. This year, we leaned in. What followed was a full-blown spaghetti-western anniversary dinner: wild boar burgers, smoked Gouda, Cognac mushrooms, and a solemn bottle of Barolo as the sheriff of the table. Costumes were donned, Morricone played, dignity surrendered. Dinner became theatre, and the anniversary - against all odds