A Valentine Lunch (no boys allowed)
My friend Angela, one of the event masterminds of Angelic Grove, had the girls over for a Valentine lunch. She put on a little red dress, lit candles, made sangria, and baked heart-shaped quiche. Women really should be in charge of Valentine’s Day entirely.
The table: (mats and coasters from Target, vintage glass plates, amazing roses from Angelic Grove, of course)
Did you get a good look at those napkin rings? Candy necklaces! (Also from Target.) We all put them on, and perhaps took a bite or two. Mine tasted like perfume. (Perhaps this is why grown-ups should not eat candy necklaces.)
The Sangria was delish. I watched my friends spoon up every last bit of fruit.
Dessert? She served two — each shipped overnight from the East coast just for our party. There was a chocolate-covered lemon torte with berries and Devonshire cream (goodness), and French macarons that matched the table. They tasted just like Paris. (You can find these here at Essence Bakery Cafe in Tempe.)
Party favors? We got to take home the centerpieces, and I had pink roses to keep me company all week. A girl couldn’t ask for a better valentine than Angela. (With apologies to Ty.)
P.S. I don’t know about your valentine, but mine, darling as he is, often needs a little direction. Reminders. Links. Phone numbers written surreptitiously on notepads I just happen to leave out. Girls, send your men to Angela. 602.462.9700. You just might get something as romantic as these tulips that she and her designer husband Mark sent to a client the other day. Can you believe that carved vase, initials and everything? Best Valentine flowers ever.