In honor of St. Valentine and his eponymous Day celebrated the world over with Jergen's, Kleenex and loneliness, I present this handsome Devil's Food Cake topped with a blooming, O'Keefian rose. Two of the archetypal participants in any Valentine's Day. The dessert and the flower. One, a strong, genuine, rich gourmet treat whose only aim is to please. And the other, a prickly, flora whore, who slowly drains the lifeblood from its delicious partner with soul-sucking, succubusian thorns. Really, it's no wonder "Rose" is a female name, while "Cake" is just a pretty awesome band. So in lieu of regaling you with tales of fare fornication, I'll leave you with a simple, Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry, it's a day late. My typing fingers are still a little chafed from my marathon celebration.