When you’re a child, Valentine’s Day is simple. Get a card for everyone in your class and it’s smooth sailing. If you want to up the anti, tape a mini chocolate heart to each Valentine and you’re golden. But somewhere along the way, this non-holiday holiday gets a lot more complicated. Around Jr. High the cinnamon heart eating contests give way to tears, embarrassment, and general bewilderment. But why? How can a violently pink holiday have so much sway over our health and well-being? It’s kind of bullsh*t, right? So, by way of half-hearted protest, the only thing I’m doing this Valentine’s Day is giving you these Victoria Sponge Cupcakes. I made them appropriately cute but that is all. I’m no longer engaging in this farce.
As I write this, I am recovering from the flu. Yes, the flu. Is there anything more horrible and, frankly, more cliche than a January flu? Ugh! This month is horrible, it should die! It’s insulting that it has the audacity to be 31 days long. Like, January you’re already the worst and no one wants you at this party, so why are you still here?! Anyway, I only mention the current shit status of my health to explain why I may sound less than enthusiastic about food throughout this post. It has nothing to do with the quality of this Black Bottom Creme Brûlée. I did, in fact, eat one when I felt human and I definitely remember a certain weakness in the knees and a general sense of euphoria. It’s a good dessert! So, let’s get to it before I pass out.
In my corner of the world, we’re already beginning to deck the halls. But our neighbors to the south are still stuck on a holiday we bid adieu to a month and a half ago. Yes, American Thanksgiving is coming this Thursday and, man, it’s been a thorn in my side for my entire life. This isn’t even remotely America’s fault. My dislike for their late-in-the-game holiday has everything to do with my impatience. You see, when I was a kid, my mother would insist that we not launch into Christmas-mode until after American Thanksgiving. Well, as a Christmas-loving kid, I was not at all impressed with the tardy Turkey day and I grew to hate it. For whatever reason, this unfair disdain for the holiday lingers but this Chocolate Marsala Pecan Pie is helping me change that.
Happy Halloween, guys! I know your social feeds must be flooded with hot dogs carved into fingers and ghoulish dry ice cocktails, but you won’t find any of that here. Here we’re going to keep it classy, decidedly less fun and exceptionally more difficult. Are you sorry you stopped by yet? Well, take heart because these Chocolate Pumpkin Mousse Cakes with Burnt Caramel are definitely worth the effort.