I’ve got a confession to make. I buy Valentine’s candy. For myself.
No, of course I’m not talking about those large, red velvety, heart-shaped boxes filled with assorted chocolates.
I purchase those for my wife and daughters. And I buy local, by the way. At Vasilow’s an old-time candy store in Hudson, NY.
But if I did acquire for personal consumption a box bursting with raspberry crèmes, sea salt caramels, and chocolate covered cashews, so what? Who came up with the dorky notion that the bounty of Valentine’s Day should be reserved for the female sex?