So despite my last post where I said that this was a faux-holiday, we had a pretty awesome Valentine’s Day at the Banks’ house. Due to a series of great events, I had possibly the best Valentine’s Day this cynical, old crabby-pants has ever had. Continue reading
There was a time when I thought that Valentine’s Day was just a day made up by card and themed-gift manufacturers to make husbands and boyfriends feel like they should buy stuff for their wives or girlfriends, who would have otherwise been just fine.
I have to say though, that as a parent, I have come to realize the true meaning behind the holiday. It’s to guilt parents into buying stupid toss-away valentines for their kids to give (with a healthy dose of uneasiness) to the other kids in their lives. (Which reminds me of a hilarious little blog post I saw here. Check it out.)
So, in quiet protest, I decided to make some valentine-themed treats myself instead of participating in the corporate love-buying-agenda. That way, we can all enjoy a little cupid’s arrow without the sting of having to wonder if “be mine” is a little too presumptuous a message to send to that runny-nosed boy in class who can never seem to keep his socks pulled up.
We’re heading out to a little valentine party for the kiddles and I’m in charge of dessert. So I made these little treats to bring along. Continue reading