We went for a walk through Staunton last Saturday. There's a sweetness to that empty little town. There's a beautiful strip of struggling business in the downtown (not including The Split Banana, an organic ice cream shop that does well in every season). The city itself is doing its best to pull itself up by its bootstraps, offering grants and loans to young entrepreneurs who stay in the city. There's a progressive current that runs beneath the old guard mentality. I seem to always find some magic there. Usually in the form of a friend guiding me through the quiet back neighborhoods studded by grandiose, old-Virginia mansions.

There are a lot of wild, ghostly cats that wander the streets. In the Summer I like to discover the pockets of private edible gardens -- raised beds of strawberries planted at the top of a driveway on a hill; looming red-green rhubarb sagging into an alley way; window boxes filled with chamomile.

There's a new bridge that lopes over the train tracks on the edge of town. It connects the downtown with a hill of old oaks where you can sit and look out over everything, watch the sunset light everything on fire. On our wander we ended up kicking up leaves in that oak grove. Under this absolutely massive, leafless tree was a tiny, paper, heart-shaped note. Left for someone. A private dialogue, between who I can only guess. Two lovers forbidden to see each other. Old friends who work opposite shifts, one night, one day. A professor and her loneliest student. Two elderly folks who don't know how to text.

I left it right where I found it.

Valentines Day. Instead of talking about the strange history of the day, passing each and every one of you a scribbled love note, or gushing about my husband I've collected the most fun V-day posts below for you all to melt over.

I prefer to eat my flowers. Thus, Rose Meringues.

Let's be biscotti people.

A damn good reason to own a hand torch: blood orange chocolate-bottom creme brûlée.

This high-vibe salad that happens to be extraordinarily pink.

The prettiest vegan coconut oil V-day sugar cookies that ever were.

All I want for V-day is all the pizza.

Chocolate pomegranate flourless chocolate cake (!!!).

Almond butter buckeyes because WHY NOT?!

Chocolate. Goat Cheese. Souffle. It hurts me it's so pretty.

What I'll actually be making for V-day, because it's so damn easy and SO damn good -- chocolate covered stuffed dates.

Check out more Valentines inspiration from Will Frolic for Food! Here's everything chocolate from the archives.

I hope you guys enjoy this cookie cake! I'm in love with it. Adapted only slightly from the genius Jessie of Faring Well, who rightfully deemed it MAGIC Cookie Cake. I wholeheartedly agree.