While I gladly let myself get carried away for Christmas, Valentine's Day feels much more hyped for greeting card companies to sell something between the beginning of the year and Easter. At the pharmacy on Friday afternoon, a long line of normal-looking people stood down the aisle, each with some sort of stuffed bear with a heart on it or cheap waxy chocolate in their hands. I, for one, did not see any cupids or rainbows at all over the weekend.
Brian did hand-roll chocolate truffles for a special dessert. They were delicious, but I have been finding chocolate fingerprints all over the kitchen.
