No more fighting over whose mug belongs to whom!
I know I just featured eggs in a basket here a while back, but that one wasn't cut in the shape of a heart with little ketchup hearts! If this were my breakfast those hearts would be made of Sriracha but I'm willing to let it go this once. You can thank me later for making your Valentine's Day breakfast one to remember.
When I was a kid my dad always used to try to get me to eat squash by saying "it's just like candy!" which of course is a lie and irrelevant since I've never had a huge sweet tooth. Also, squash is still nasty, sorry dad!
Now if I had been a pain about fruit, this could have done the trick for sure. I love apples but still, even as an adult I have a hard time eating all the fruit I should. Maybe my husband will carve hearts in them for me.
Nothing says love like a heart shaped dessert delicately dusted with cocoa powder. Sadly, I fear cocoa powder as it seems inevitable that I will accidentally breathe some of it in when I take the first bite and then I'll cough all crazy and destroy everything. How I wish I could enjoy a dusted treat.
Normally I'd scream overkill at a cake this busy but there is some amazing balance going on here. A striped rainbow heart inside a striped rainbow cake? A rainbow of fondant sprinkles so perfect they must have been placed there by very patient elves? I swoon for this kind of overkill.
Who doesn't love a surprise in their treats? Of course, when that surprise is a happy treat itself, not, like, a worm or something. Finding a heart in your cupcake is like finding a love note. It makes you feel special to know that someone cares enough to make a gesture.