Love in the morning

Apparently there's a thriving market for heart-shaped pancake rings out there.  My local grocery store keeps a stack of them in the "Baking Needs" aisle, between the pancake mixes and the flavored syrups.

I am wondering whether this has anything to do with the well-documented biology of our natural pre-dawn hormonal surges.  Is breakfast the ideal time to declare our love?  Do deep feelings anchor better with a stack of steamy pancakes drenched in maple syrup?  Do beloved pancake eaters swoon with gratitude at the sight of the cute little hearts?  Or do they come to expect the pancake treatment on a regular basis? 

Is this a once-in-a-blue moon gimmick or is there such an art as creative pancake-making?  And why hasn't anyone invented the heart-shaped pop tart yet? 

Do pancake-bound relationships stick longer?  Is this worth the investment?

The most I ever achieved in terms of breakfast lovefest was to learn my sweetheart's Starbucks drink order.  And since he's downgraded from the grande five-pump-no-whip-decaf-mocha to the plain tall decaf, I've had it extra easy lately.  Perhaps our relationship deserves better.

Tomorrow I'll tear his Starbucks paper cup sleeve into a heart shape.  See what that does to him and me.