I’m suffering some serious writers block. It is two fifty nine on a summery Monday afternoon and Valentines Day is more than half over, on this side of date line at least. There’s no denying I’m a romantic so theoretically the words should be gushing out all sugar and spice. Nope, nothing.
I struggle with the commercialisation of Valentines Day, with the act of mindlessly parting with well earned cash for a myriad of pink and red Valentine-themed offerings, crafted specially for this day of romantic love.
I think the real meaning of Valentines Day lies in thoughtful gestures and carefully crafted words (original or borrowed!). It need not be elaborate in fact it is often the small things that mean the most. A handwritten poem, a walk along the beach, a home cooked meal. Should you venture to wow your lover in the kitchen, I suggest your pièce de la résistance be the following recipe. I made it last week and marriage proposals ensued!
