One Valentine's Day morning, about, oh, I'd say six years ago, I made this for breakfast. And that was that. A new tradition was, at that moment, cast in stone. Every Valentine's Day morning from that day forward was to begin this way. A little boy said so.
A heart cut from the center of a slice of bread becomes just the right shape for Valentine's Day toast, and the hole left in the slice is perfect to crack an egg into on the griddle.
Dangle some hearts from the chandelier, throw some more across the table, have just a little surprise, wrapped in a pouf of tissue, waiting on each boy's plate, and it's almost ready...
...but, don't forget the pink milk, though. Pink milk on Valentine's Day is very, very important, even for three boys who usually have the Avoid Anything Pink at All Costs rule. (You know, you can make exceptions to every rule when you need to. And on Valentine's Day, you need to!)
Scoot up close, lick your chops, and dig in.
Happy Valentine's Day!!