Here is how the sunday after Valentine's day went. Wake up, make an enriched yeasted dough, let it rise, cut into long strips, and let it rise some more. Grind hazelnuts, melt chocolate, and make a chocolate hazelnut custard (do you see where I'm going with this?). Strain said custard five times over, realize it is nearly impossible to strain the hazelnut meal out of the custard for a smooth texture and yell because chocolate hazelnut donuts will no longer be happening today. After moping around for a few minutes, come to the conclusion that hazelnut milk is the missing key, think long and hard about where to buy hazelnut milk. Realize: nowhere. With a sigh of defeat for the day, get lovely boyfriend to make a second trip to the store in single digit temperature for more hazelnuts and lots of cheesecloth. Start the process to make hazelnut milk. Pour and drink bourbon. Daydream about the day recipes come out right the first time around.