Yesterday, as the latest in Philadelphia’s series of serious winter storms began littering us with heavy, wet snow mixed in with pellets of ice and freezing rain — just about at the moment it became apparent that I wouldn’t be going outdoors, except perhaps with an oversized shovel — it occurred to me: I have on hand most of the ingredients belonging to several of my go-to V-Day culinary treats. But for none of those treats do I have all.
For chocolate mousse, for example, I am currently in possession of the eggs and the chocolate. But there is no cream to be found anywhere among my stores. For baked custard, I have saffron on hand, and (again) the eggs. But I’m all out of milk. For cake I lack frosting fixings, and for cookies chocolate chips. And I’d gladly whip up a mess of decadent French toast — a favorite of Sarah’s, and totally Valentine’s appropriate — except that in the absence of bread or dairy, what’s left might better be called an omelet.
And so, having run through my list of traditional Valentine’s foods, I’ve settled on the most romantic option in the house. Our V-Day meal this year: beans!
May you all have better luck and more forethought than I. And however you choose to spend it, may Valentine’s Day — or V-Day — be kind to you.
And as you sit in judgment of my legumes, know this: the next most romantic food at hand is rutabaga. So things definitely could be worse.