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My Funny Valentine

It’s February 14th. That can only mean one thing….it’s my good friend “B’s” birthday! Happy birthday to you from everyone in blog-land!  Sending the love, my dear, sending the love…

For the rest of the known universe, though, it happens to (finally) be Valentine’s Day. The one, the only.  The day to walk around like a fool with your heart on your sleeve. Go for it. It won’t kill you. In fact, it might make you a little stronger.  Or, at the very least, make your day a bit more interesting. Since I’ve been waxing poetic the past few days about this lovely holiday, I thought that today on the big day, we’d add a little humor. After all, humor and love is a wonderful combination. Wit can make you fall in love with someone and keep you loving that someone for a very long time. In my book, laughter and humor rank right up at the top. To laugh so hard with someone that you are left gasping for breath…that’s a great moment. Victor Borge said that “Laughter is the shortest distance between two people”. Right on, Victor, you got that right.

So, today, to start you laughing about love, I’ve found a few fun quotes…giggle, laugh, pass them along, let them add some sparkle to your Love Day.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?-Lily Tomlin

‘If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?’-Anonymous

‘Basement smells bad. Look for cat poops, change litter.’
Happy Valentines Day. (note to her gardener) Martha Stewart

“Love is being stupid together.”-Paul Valery

I love being married. It’s so great to find one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life”-Rita Rudner

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Arturo Toscanini

Valentine’s Day is when a lot of married men are reminded what a poor shot Cupid really is.’-Anonymous

(and from Moonstruck, one of my fave movies of all)
Rose: Do you love him, Loretta? 
Loretta Castorini: No. 
Rose: Good. When you love them they drive you crazy because they know they can.

(Moonstruck again)
Rose: Do you love him, Loretta? 
Loretta Castorini: Aw, ma, I love him awful. 
Rose: Oh, God, that’s too bad. 

And since we’ve been pairing humor and love, let’s add a recipe for a perfectly delightful pear dessert (did that play on words just make you almost want to hurl a bit? Sorry. It was right there.). This is easy, nicely sweet and an unexpected departure from the usual chocolate Valentine’s dessert. Make it and present it to the other half of your pair.

Pear Clafouti-courtesy of The Barefoot Contessa

1 Tb. unsalted butter, room temp.
1/3 cup plus 1 Tb. granulated sugar
3 extra-large eggs, room temp.
6 Tb. all-purpose flour
1.5 cups heavy cream
2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tsp. grated lemon zest (about 2 lemons)
1/4 tsp. kosher salt
2 Tb. pear brandy, such as Poire William
2-3 firm but ripe Bartlett pears
confectioners’ sugar

Preheat oven to 375. Butter a 10 x 1.5 inch round baking dish (pie plate) and sprinkle bottom and sides with 1 Tb. of the granulated sugar.

Beat eggs and the 1/3 cup of granulated sugar in large bowl until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Slowly mix in flour, cream, vanilla, lemon zest, salt and pear brandy. Set aside for 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, peel, quarter, core and slice the pears. Arrange the slices in a single layer, slightly fanned out, in the baking dish. Pour the batter over the pears and bake until the top is golden brown and custard is firm about 35-40 minutes. Serve warm or at room temp, sprinkled with a dusting of confectioner’s sugar, of course.

This is so easy it’s ridiculous. The fancy-schmancy name will fool them all.

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