Valentine's Day. It's a pile of commercial tripe isn't it? Really.
That said I like to exchange cards with Charlie, though I'm sure he could manage without the whole business. I nag him a bit about getting 'a nice card from the museum and art gallery gift shop and not one of those naff ones from Tesco'. The boy done good this year, his is the rose petal heart.
St Valentine's day is, for me, mainly about chocolate.
Torrone molle in this case. A recipe from the lovely book At Elizabeth David's Table.
I'm not sure I'd call it an everyday recipe but it is a delicious one, as was the hollandaise sauce from the same book which I made to accompany poached salmon yesterday.
A rich mixture of cocoa, butter, sugar, ground almonds, eggs and biscuits.
We ate only a little piece each and I am going to freeze the rest for another time.
There have been altogether too many cakes, puddings and rich foods in my life of late. There is a change coming.