I made this clementine pie that ended up being thrown out. One of the times that trusting my instincts ended up in disaster! I cooked the clementine segments that turned them bitter, the jelly filling was too opaque to let the delicate arrangement of segments show through, and the pastry was stone hard.

I felt particularly bad for my partner and his brother, who spent over half an hour painstakingly hand-peeling each segment. But they didn’t take it to heart at all. Both of them said they actually enjoyed the peeling as a mindfulness exercise, and were happy to help me out.

That’s the motions of love... accepting things as they come and being appreciative of each moment. Especially during the times I’m hard on myself, I am grateful of the unconditional love I’m shown, that reminds me to keep loving myself.

From my heart to yours, I wish you a wonderful Valentines Day.