“A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.” ~ Anonymous
The bottom nearly fell out of my world when Sir Paul, my eternal Valentine, married that Nancy woman recently.
I know. She’s rich, slender and probably has her perky moments, but the important question is, Can she bake a good pie?
I am crushed Macca didn’t even think to call and tell me. Here I’ve been his
love slave loyal true-blue fan for over 40 years (I first heard “She Loves You” in utero :)), and nary a word. Now that he’s got a new Honey Pie, what am I to do?
Bake! Bake deep, rich, decadent, devil-may-care this will make me forget all about him Bake. Take no prisoners Bake. And to get me through Valentine’s Day, only chocolate will do.
I considered my options — Pioneer Woman’s French Silk Pie? Saveur’s Thin Edge of the Wedge Chocolate Pudding or Molten Chocolate Cake? I could have gone all retro and dug out my old Midnight Chocolate Cake recipe (so good, diehard football fans actually stopped watching the 1992 Superbowl game to eat it). And I hadn’t made my famous Chocolate Cheesecake in a long, long time.