I have never been big on Valentines. I don’t know why, I used to claim that it was because of feminism or commercialism, and even that it reminded me of the pain of growing up not being conventionally pretty and not feeling like I had the hope for romance the holiday celebrated, but maybe it’s just that I don’t like this time of year. Its cold and snowy and I just want to start planting stuff so bad. Who’s bright idea was it to put a holiday exclusively about romance in the middle of a season where it’s too cold to wear anything pretty or sexy on a date? (Probably someone who didn’t live in USDA Zone 4-5, I guess) It just seems like a holiday that shouldn’t be that big of a deal, like St. Patricks Day or Groundhog Day, but that people get waaaaay too obsessed over. As an adult, the part of Valentine’s Day that bugs me the most is the school party. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about holiday parties at school, but I just don’t like Valentines Day. The era of Pinterest has only made school parties higher pressure than ever, and I can manage that at Halloween (because I love Halloween), but Valentine’s Day? Blech.
I don’t know why, but I love Fat Tuesday. We never got into it growing up or anything, but I think it’s kind of fun. I’ve been wanting to make some family traditions out of it, but it’s been slow going. Last year I made some egg free cup cakes with babies in several of them as our family version of king cake. I just used a cake mix I bought at the health food store (that was the only place I could find a soy free one) and I made a gumbo that didn’t turn out very good. This year, instead of experimenting with making a type of cuisine I don’t make often and most of my family is not keen to try anyhow, I’m going to go ahead and make something I know they love. Alfredo.