On Valentines day in my high school the front office had to end classes one hour early to have time to call the girls to the office who had received flowers. Can you imagine the amount of teenage angst this hour caused? What if your name was not called? This day alone is responsible for some serious self-esteem issues in young blooming she-teens 🙂 The flowers were all the same too – one dozen red roses with tacky babies breath and that weird bumpy greenery. I feel sure the boy’s mother called in the order to boot.
Cynical? Who me? No, my name was called. It has to be said, however, that the clear winner today is Hallmark who has generously also lined the pockets of FTD and Godiva. Who was this dude St. Valentine anyway? Does he know that he has given the red heart and a fat cherub with bow and arrow eminent design prowess? Or was that Hallmark? I do like this store window that is down the street from my place. It’s original, tacky, but original.
Sure its easy just to ignore the V-word altogether and in truth its much kinder on the wallet to do so. It is EXPENSIVE to play Valentine. Over priced mediocre 5 course restaurant dinners, champagne, chocolates, flowers and we haven’t even gotten to the tiny boxes of bling that get passed out all over America today. There is that cynicism again. Hey, I wouldn’t turn down the heart-shaped pendant from H. Stern! I would turn back the red roses however. It’s a matter of principle.
I love this quote from the blog Broke Ass Stewart that I read to-day, “…the celebration of love and affection has been masked in a marshmallow covered shit show that either guilts people into buying lame gifts for their shmoopies, or makes them feel bad about themselves for not having found their one-and-only.” No, come on – admit it – that is funny. He also talks about those heart-shaped candies that say “kiss” or “cute”. Have you ever tasted one? I think its recycled school chalk.
If you have a haute date tonight – go big! Be sappy, display large amounts of PDA, blow kisses across the table and play footsie underneath it.
If not, I suggest your own little party either alone or with some other lonely heart’s club members. Pop a bottle of Prosecco (leave the Champagne to the lovers) and cook up a fabulous dinner for yourself finishing with homemade chocolate truffles. Then snuggle up with the dog, the remote, the body pillow or hey slip into your snuggie (you know you have one) and curl up to a TMC movie. Or maybe a good man vs. wild episode on the nature channel would be more appropriate.
Happy V Day Ya’ll!
CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES, PG. 93 (HAUTE N THE KITCHEN)
8 OZ BITTERSWEET CHOCOLATE, FINELY CHOPPED
1/2 CUP HEAVY CREAM
1 CUP POWDERED SUGAR
1/2 CUP COCOA POWDER
1 CUP HAZELNUTS, FINELY CHOPPED
BRING THE CREAM TO A BOIL IN A SAUCEPAN. REMOVE IMMEDIATELY AND POUR OVER THE CHOCOLATE IN A MIXING BOWL. STIR UNTIL IT COMBINES AND IS SMOOTH. ADD IN THE HAZELNUTS.
AT THIS POINT YOU CAN ADD IN A DESIRED FLAVORING – BAILEYS, FRANGELICA, ORANGE ESSENCE, ESPRESSO – YOU GET THE IDEA. JUST A TEASPOON DOES THE TRICK.
COVER AND REFRIGERATE FOR 2 HOURS WHILE YOU ARE WATCHING THE BAD TV.
USING A MELON BALLER SCOOP THE CHOCOLATE INTO BALLS AND ROUND OUT WITH YOUR HAND. LINE ON WAX PAPER. THEN ROLL THEM IN YOUR FAVORITE TOPPING – COCOA POWDER, POWDERED SUGAR, COLORED SUGAR, GOLD DUST – WHATEVAH
THEN EAT EM UP!