February is a sweet month filled with love, birthdays, and, of course, chocolate. I haven't always felt such warmth toward this month but it has gained my sympathy over the years. Through no fault of its own, the poor thing has to come after the fun of the December holidays and the excitement of New Year's Day (the only things that make winter tolerable). But it's still so cold and dark that it is hard to muster any enthusiasm, especially when I know that spring is just around the corner.
Oh, who am I kidding? I can't stand the month. It may be the shortest of the twelve but it drags on forever. About mid-January I go into survival mode. I wrap myself in a thick sweater, pull a toque down low over my head, and white-knuckle it until March. During February I want easy comfort food.