I am not a fan of our nation’s favorite pink and red holiday, the dreaded February 14th. And when accused that this is no doubt due to a bad breakup or the lack of man in my life, I grow purple – not red nor pink but purple – with offense. I am in a very happy partnership; I just think Valentine’s day is a rip, expertly designed to make people spend money and feel crummy. Congratulations Corporate America, you have succeeded again.
I do, however, think that one Leslie Knope has combatted this problem with great excellence. Galentine’s Day is the grand tradition of celebrating one’s gal pals. We thank you as always, Leslie, for your brilliance and beauty.
I have requested amongst my ladies that we celebrate after the 14th instead of the 13th, as this demonstrates a healthy protest against the dreaded Val. And I think this year we managed to put together the perfect Galentine’s Day Recipe, which is as follows:
1 obnoxiously cute vegan #heart cookie, for a friend who’s really into social media:
1 ludicrously fuzzy pair of slippers for a chilly set of toes:
1 toastiest blanket of all time for each participant (arctic weather dependent):
1 absolute best ever movie made in the ’90s celebrating girlhood and womanhood alike. (For gluten sensitivity replace with: Thelma and Louise):
Mix together in cozy apartment, cover in dark chocolate, and serve with cuddles.
Happy Galentine’s Day, y’all, whenever you celebrate. Hope you have the best ever women in your life too.