Valentine's Day always seems to creep up on me. I just managed to get the Christmas tree down last week, not all of the bills from the big celebration have arrived, and yet here is another holiday requiring cards and presents. I don't mean to sound like a curmudgeon but it just came around too fast this year. I finally bought the cards yesterday, which for out-of-town destinations must make it to the post office today. But I'm frustrated. The little people in my life don't live close enough to come to my kitchen and make heart-shaped cookies with me. If I make a red velvet cake, they're not here for an after-dinner slice. And if I make it anyway . . . well everyone local who would share it is someone who shouldn't eat red velvet cake. With homemade boiled icing. Or chocolate fudge frosting. Followed by a guilt trip bigger than a case of Hershey's kisses. So, no baking this weekend and no 2-pound weight gain by Tuesday.