Is it okay to eat penguins?

I've long been opposed to Valentine's Day, a holiday that makes some of us feel bad about ourselves and the rest of us feel obligated to spend money. Throughout the long, almost unmitigated dry spells of high school and college, I made a point of wearing all black on February 14.
When you're single, people understand this attitude. They may secretly pity you or find you a little pathetic, but they understand. It becomes more complicated when you're in a relationship, however. If you still oppose Valentine's Day, is it because your relationship -- or at this point, for me, marriage -- is "on the rocks"? Or are you just a pessimist of Oscar-the-Grouch like proportions? It's practically viewed as un-American to dislike this schlocky Hallmarky holiday. (Don't, DON'T get me started on Sweetest Day.)

However, I have to confess that this year I sold out a bit. (Or bought in?) More specifically, I caved to commercialism after Ms. Cush alerted me to the fact that the best chocolate shop in my college town of Cambridge, L.A. Burdick's, was selling chocolate penguins. My husband is an Antarctic geographer, and he feels a special kinship to these awkward little birds. I ordered them for him, and they were well-received.

So, Ms. Cush, it's okay to eat these animals, right?

Things I Love

Witness something whimsical and wonderful: the paintings and prints of Ryan Fowler, quasi-Vermont artist.

Wouldn't you love to live in my house, adorable paintings?
Mr. Fowler sells his artwork on Etsy.