Cupid snuck up on me. In his little diaper with his chubby cheeks and heart-shaped arrow, he showed up today without warning. Usually he makes sure to flood my path with dozens of pink stuffed bears, bright red roses, and boxes of chocolates for about two months before he arrives, but this year was different. Maybe he’s realized that I’m already betrothed and not worth his time. Whatever the reason, he made himself scarce in the stores I’ve been frequenting. That, or I’ve finally managed to block out the part of the store filled with Sweet Tart candy hearts (which is unfortunate because I actually really love candy hearts). Either way, it’s February 14th and I’m not prepared.
When you’ve got chronic headaches, you’ll try just about anything to find a remedy. Over the past few years, I’ve exhausted nearly every possible option to get rid of them, short of adjusting what I eat. You see, when I tell myself “let’s just take a break from cheese to see if it’s a trigger,” I do really well for a day or two, but then on day three? I. MUST. EAT. CHEESE. All of the cheese in entire world. But alas folks, it’s come to that. A change in diet.
As a California native living in The Bay Area, I really should have been much more interested in the Superbowl than I was (or ever have been for that matter). While in Chico making wedding crafts for the past two weeks (Lucas in China, again), my dad turned on the 49ers v. Falcons game. For a brief second, I looked up from my paper punch to chat:
I bribe my friends with baked goods. And fortunately for me, my friend Angi has a nagging sweet tooth she can’t ignore. Like me, she swoons over freshly baked desserts, but turns her nose up at chocolate. So when I needed someone with impeccable handwriting to help me address our Save-the-Date cards, I pulled out the flour, sugar, and butter to lure Angi and her steady penmanship over for the evening. It also just so happened to be a few days after her birthday, so these personal pear galettes served a dual purpose. Win-win.