Sweet desserts perfect for date night, Valentine’s Day, or just a romantic night curled up on the couch with your true love, Netflix. Enjoy!
Awe, Valentine’s Day. Such a sweet, romantic day. A day for lovers, for romance, for… excuse me for a minute…
Sorry, I had to barf.
Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. I’m not a big fan of Valentine’s Day. I love all the baking and cute desserts. I love channeling my inner girlie self and making things in the shape of hearts. I’m a huge supporter of anything pink and pretty. But the holiday itself, it’s just gross.
Sorry. I did it again. I know, I know. I’m suppose to wax on about how it’s my favourite holiday and how I’m still so in love with my husband that every day is like a Nicholas Sparks movie. That’s just total crap though. Well, I still love my hubs, but life is not a romantic movie and cutesy songs don’t play in the background every time we look at each other.
Here’s what marriage truly looks like. I get more more excited when hubs does the dishes than when he buys me flowers. If hubs left me sweet notes on the mirror so when I took a shower little love notes popped up in the steam I’d automatically assume I had a stalker or hubs had done something he feels guilty for. For real.
When hubs rubs my feet, which is like, NEVER, I would pass out from exhaustion, not get turned on. If I came home to a romantic dinner and rose petals on the floor my first question would be “did someone break in and cook us dinner, and attack our gardens”, or “you’re going to clean up that freaking mess up, right”?
I know, I’m cynical as hell. I’m cool with it. It’s how I roll. I don’t get mushy, it’s not really in my DNA. I tend to question everything, so surprising me is futile. Not even kidding. The hubs has tried to surprise me in the past and it usually fails miserably.
For my birthday earlier this month the family decided to “surprise” me. Mini-me came home from a trip uptown with hubs. She went in her room and he disappeared downstairs. So I followed mini-me into her room and plunked down on her bed. And when I say “plunked down on her bed” I mean it, I was full on horizontal with all her pillows under my noggin.
I laid there chatting with her about cars, because she’s been shopping for her first car. Hubs came in and was standing in the doorway and they were both acting kind of weird. Any time I asked a question they’d say just look over there. But they were pointing behind me and I was comfortable, so I just nodded. I think I mumbled something like “maybe later”.
About 30 minutes passed and I finally decided to get up to so I could get organized for a movie. As I swung my leg to propel my lazy butt off her bed I hit something. They both started laughing. Apparently she was distracting me while he wrapped a giant buffet server and somehow slid it into the room behind me without me noticing.
They both tried to get me to look about a thousand times. I would just change the subject or tell them to stop being wackos and acting weird. I’m cool like that. Always picking up on subtle cues and being mindful. Oh wait, that’s not me. I’m the opposite of “that girl”. It just never occurs to me to be sweet and unassuming. I’m not built that way.
So yes, they have tried on multiple occasions to surprise me. Hubs has tried on many occasions to be sweet. I just happen to suck at social cues and lack the “sweet gene”. Plus I just think romance and Valentine’s Day is over-rated. Do my dishes, fold my laundry, bath the dog so she doesn’t smell like ass when we go to bed, THAT’S the stuff romance is made of.
Here’s my thoughts on all of this romance stuff. I don’t need someone to sweep me off my feet. But I would love someone to sweep the floor for me. I don’t need a romantic dinner once a year. Make me dinner when I’m exhausted from a long day of work, that’s hot. I don’t want to be pampered. I just want to nap, without interruptions.
I certainly don’t want to be spoiled. I can spoil my own damn self. I don’t want candy once a year in a heart shaped box with some stupid, sappy, melodramatic card professing undying love and devotion with glitter on every inch of the paper…
Wait, scratch that. I’ll take the candy, hold the stupid card.
See, I’m totally romantic. I’m like a romance ninja.
Now here’s some sweet, sappy, romantic sweets to help the rest of you
get through celebrate Valentine’s Day like a boss.
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12 Days of Giveaways kicks off tomorrow. Be sure to mark your calendars.
Dead Eats Part Deux: Recipes Inspired by The Walking Dead kicks off on February 8 and continues until the mid-season premiere on February 14. Valentine’s Day. How appropriate for a gal like me!
I have some boozy recipes coming up soon, as well as a bunch of sticky buns and sweet rolls. There’s also some fabulous hot chocolate recipes and Nutella recipes coming soon as well. I even have some amazing vegetable based recipes coming up. Shocking I know. This sugar queen does occasionally eat vegetables. Not often. But occasionally.