The way to a man's heart...

Is through his stomach, right? So then whoever decided that Valentine's Day should consist of chocolate and other sweets was probably a woman, trying to squeeze her way into the heart of a man. Makes sense to me. My Valentine (well, the grown up one) believes this too. Meaning that I usually spend February 13th in the kitchen, preparing for the next day. Vanilla cakes with cinnamon cream cheese frosting. Festive, right? I know. And they were as good as they sound. My Valentines (big AND little) were feeling the love.