So my husband doesn't believe in Valentine's Day. Never has and probably never will at this rate. I can see his point - why should we celebrate a holiday that is purely commercial and is only for generating useless gift sales? Shouldn't we be able to express our love on any day we want?
I will admit, he utterly spoils me for my birthday and Christmas... but it's not the gifts or the getaways, it's the sentiment that I cherish most! Before Paul came to Australia we used to hand write letters to each other. Even though we talked online (and on the phone!) pretty much every day. We'd send each other silly little things. He sent me 4 or 5 maple candies because he wanted me to try them. I sent him a lock of my hair and a small cushion I'd received as a gift and didn't want!
Since we've been together, Valentine's Day has never been observed. I decided this year however, that I would try to break (our) tradition and do something on Valentine's Day. Something small. But sentimental. Home-made.
I made a chocolate cake that in the past got me a simple, wordless kiss on the cheek after Paul tried one bite. That small gesture spoke volumes to me! Like the time he took a bite of a sugar pie I'd made and said he felt like he was back in his childhood Summer town, Tadoussac (where we got married in Quebec, Canada). I'd only worked with fondant once before so decided to attempt it again. Something simple. Something I could work on mid-week after work so that it could be ready for Valentine's Thursday.
It took me much shorter than I expected - one evening for baking, next morning for crumb coating then 25-ish minutes for fondant decorating! It went more smoothly than I had anticipated!
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Paul's response was:
"But you made me a girly cake" |