Buttered rum...but make it poundcake!

I realize that I should be writing about Valentine's day before Valentine's Day, to get the inspiration flowing. This year it crept on me, but I whipped up a rum poundcake for my husband so delightful, I would be remiss not to share. On this feast-for-a-martyred-saint-turned-Hallmark-holiday, we stay low key, but still celebrate one another. We loop in our only child as well. The three of us do the same thing every year: Put on our PJs, pick out a movie, and feast on take-out. My son picked the Barbie movie, my husband chose Thai, and I trotted out the homemade...