Not seasonal, not healthy, just love

Not seasonal, not healthy, just love

For Valentine’s Day, I decided to give my dear husband (of almost 21 years) something he’d enjoy, use, and not fret over the money I spent on an item he felt was useless and frivolous.

Enters - - - Chocolate, yummy rich, creamy, biting, sweet and wickedly healthy stuff that it is. Heavenly! He had only one choice to make. The man hates too many “choice” questions; do you want mayonnaise or mustard? Pickles? Wine? White or red? I don’t even ask about broccoli.  But the prospect of a large, endorphin packed sensual treat, available (almost) entirely for him, gave the guy joy.

Back to “choice”, his one choice was limited to flavor of butter-cream. He chose maraschino. I would have chosen rum, another option I gave him, but it wasn’t MY cake. I suspect he liked the idea of that Valentine pinkness on his love cake – chocolate to its depths, and blushingly swirled, with simple affection and minimal effort. He’d never admit that he wanted pink on his cake, but I know better. Hope your love day was as sweet and blissful as ours. I got flowers, beautiful and non-fattening.

P.S. Washington State (a “homegrown” area in my book) produces the most maraschino cherries in the USA. I won’t ever claim that maraschinos are healthy or contribute to nutrition in any way. But, heaven help me, I love them.

Savor your treats,

Judi