This cake is on display in my studio and every time I look at it, I start singing: shot through the heart and you're to blame, you give love a bad name. Yes, I (still) know all the words. Yes, I've had a 25 year crush on JBJ. Yes, I have healed many a broken heart with Bed of Roses on a repeat loop with a jar of peanut butter.
I've had my ups and downs with Valentine's Day. I've said this before (and I'll say it again) - I'm not a gushy girl - so Valentine's Day has always been kinda cheesy to me and something I mostly wanted to pretend didn't exist. Now that I'm older (I mean wiser) and more mature (I mean less jaded), it's become a fun day to BE totally cheesy. One year I dumped an entire bag of heart confetti in my (ex) husband's lunch box. He's an iron worker, so you can imagine the razzing he took from a lunch room full of tradesmen. THAT was fun. I send my kids to school with love notes. I smother my almost 13 year old son with hugs and kisses and call him delicious (have you seen The Goldbergs? Best show on tv... I am Beverly... ask my kids). I give my guy chocolates - only the ones that I love - and then will eat most of them. And he still loves me. But as he often says with a shaking head and a chuckle: "you're easy to love, but hard to date". (true story... I can't even argue with him). During my single years, I'd book a spa appointment or spend the day doing "all about me" stuff. So, yeah... I have learned to embrace Valentine's Day. And it's not so bad after all.
So, this is my wish for you: embrace the CHEESE! Make it fun. Make it whacky. Make it memorable. Eat chocolate.