Valentine’s Day is not a holiday we celebrate in our house. In fact, if it wasn’t for school and Valentine exchanges in class, my kids would not know much about it at all. Scratch that. Mimi takes care of that. My mom, being your typical doting grandmother, finds every and any reason to bestow gifts onto her angels, her grandchildren. Besides the usual birthdays and Christmas, the kids receive gifts on Valentine’s Day, Easter (we’re not Christians), July 4th, you name it.
And it’s not my fault we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. I do. I just don’t go nuts with it. My hubby doesn’t.
“It’s a commercial holiday made up by the greeting card industry to make you buy more crap!”
My man is man’s man. He is not very sappy, overly romantic or sentimental. Don’t get wrong, the kids really tug on his heart’s strings and he is affectionate. But, cards, flowers, holidays and that kind of thing is not in his realm. For example, these are his actual responses to me:
Valentine’s Day: “I don’t need THEM to tell me when to say ‘I love you’ or when to buy you overpriced flowers.”
Mother’s Day: “You are not my mother.”
Anniversary: “Why should the husband always be the one to give the wife a gift for every wedding anniversary?”
Birthdays, well specifically MY birthday: “Happy Birthday. What do you want me to get you? Why do I have to get you something? Let’s just go out to eat.”
What he lacks in sentiment and sensitivity, he makes it up in being handy around the house. He’s a tool man, specifically MY tool man.
He laid the tiles down in our house, the wood floors in the front and in the playroom. He builds me shelves, installs my appliances, assembles furniture and builds awnings and wooden structures for outside. He welded a wine rack (that’s for him) and our massive wrought iron curtain rods for the dining room. He paints the walls, changes light bulbs and kills spiders… you know, manly jobs.
He just doesn’t do holidays very well. Well, except Halloween. That’s because there are no gifts required, just good-old-fashion fun.
Me? I’m the opposite. I’m the sappy one. I cry watching those cheesy commercials. I even got teary-eyed during “Toy Story 2 AND 3.” Yeah, you know which parts I’m talking about. When the kids get hurt, they come to me for hugs and kisses. When they are sleeping, they want my lap to curl up in.
For my hubby’s birthday I made him this 3-layer Black Forest Cake. This cake is so NOT for the faint at heart. It’s easy enough to bake and assemble. It’s the decorating part that gets ya.
I truly hate decorating desserts. No patience, whatsoever.
Imaging chocolate shavings EVERYWHERE, but on the cake.
It took hours and my hand cramped from holding the potato peeler for so long to make the shavings. But, it turned out spectacular. The cake after you bake it is rather dry and fragile. But once you soak it with the kirsch and layer it with brandied cherries and whipped cream…. OMG, it’s almost a religious experience.
I almost forgot how much work was involved.
But that’s what I do for the ones I love.
For the recipe for Black Forest Cake click here.
And seriously, Happy Valentine’s Day!