The worst part about it is that a little bit of me gets sucked in. Every time. As I watched the streams of men leaving our local florist this afternoon, I couldn't help but wish a bunch of long lovelies were coming my way, too. This is despite the ambivalence, and puzzlement, I share with my OTL about why we should be declaring our love, en masse, with everyone else, on the same day.
However, such is the pull of social/cultural/commercial phenomena like this that I find I can't waft freely above it as I would wish, smiling peacefully with an Inner Knowing that Love could never be summed up by the fleeting flash that is Valentine's Day. Nope. I stood there, instead, feeling a pang and wanting to be invited to the same party that everyone else was going to. And then I felt silly that I would want this when I have so much more than this, every day.
To compensate for such an itchy, silly, uncomfortable moment, and in celebration of life, love, truth and beauty, despite The Day, I decided to make something sinful and chocolatey. An entirely appropriate response, if I say so myself.
This flourless chocolate cake has four ingredients.
|photo courtesy of taste.com.au|