Having tried to jump start a movement, I naturally want to know how it went this year. So if you participated in Operation Valentinus, whether you sent cards and chocolates to Single friends or had a party for them, please tell us all about it in the combox.
My dinner party--which was NOT a V-Day party, and we had the GREEN napkins, not the RED--was great fun. I made a creamy, golden winter vegetable soup, roast duck with roast potatoes and snap peas, and a chocolate tart covered with meringue. I did the soup and the tart all by myself, but I admit that B.A. took over the duck, the roast potatoes and the peas, plus made the gravy, so that I could get ready. (Oh, and he whipped the egg whites for the meringue. Credit where credit is due!)
I had an excellent mental health moment when my first pie crust, which was much too dry, fell completely apart and was totally irredeemable. Instead of collapsing on the kitchen floor in tears, which I was sorely tempted to do, I just whipped up another pie crust, which turned out to be the best version of that particular crust I have ever made. It rolled out like a dream.
Really, I am in love with the memory of how the pastry just rolled out under my rolling pin, just like pastry on TV.
And on top of that, it was a very merry party, with bottles and bottles of wine in different guises, plus some very bad vodka, and many jokes and puns and rolling about with laughter. To tell you the truth, Dinner for Two at £45 Per Person at Hadrian's Brasserie (which I pass several times a week, which is why I have fixated on £45 Per Person) would not have been as much fun as our dinner with the Singles.
Meanwhile, being a married lady, of course I got a valentine from my husband, and of course I gave him a valentine, too. I also gave him the last roast potato at supper, deciding he had the principal claim to it "because he is my husband." For some reason, the assembled Singles did not think this was incredibly wifely and romantic, but it was.
Update (Feb 16). AWWW! I just read on Facebook that my nephew Peanut stood by the door on Valentine's Day, awaiting his Single gal nanny, so he could give her a box of chocolates. Peanut is 3 years old.