A Very Sweet Valentine’s Day

We don’t often make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. Usually it involves looking at our restaurant gift card stash and picking a place where we want to go for dinner, having a great meal and only having to pay for tips because the rest is on the gift cards. But because restaurants are out of the question, we had to do things a little bit differently.

I was terrible. I did things the way a stereotypical guy does. He realizes Valentine’s Day is approaching, so scoots into the nearest place that might have stuff with a Valentine’s Day theme, buys something and runs out the door hoping she likes it. That was kind of the way I did it. Thankfully, Dana Shortt Gourmet had the perfect basket, and delivered it quickly. At least I didn’t look like a total fool.

But Steve got me the sweetest thing ever, literally and because that makes a good pun. He heard about this One Stop Candy Shop place. I guess this kid started this business as a project for school to make it easy to buy candy and bring it to people’s doors. He’s saving 45 percent of the profits for school-related stuff, 45 percent for fun and 10 percent to donate to charity. I think that’s great!

I wish I had taken a picture of the box before I dismantled it so Aira could tell me what all was in there, because I’d post it here. The box Steve ordered was a Valentine’s box, so it had a theme of sweet things and heart-shaped things and kisses and all that sort of thing. We are going to enjoy the heck out of that box, and get a warm fuzzy feeling because we helped out a local kid.

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  1. That basket is awesome. So much cool stuff in there. I’ve wanted to try the hot sauce forever, I had never heard of Cajun Crunch but now want to have it all the time, I’m totally making us homemade burger patties one day soon so we can have a go at that seasoning, and ohmygod the chocolate licorice! Oh, and I’ll never argue with those mint smoothies.

    Also, just for the record, if that candy box hadn’t basically fallen into my lap, you probably wouldn’t have gotten anything. At least not anything I didn’t pull out of my arse at the last possible second. Lol. Don’t feel bad is all I’m saying.

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