The route to a man's heart

I came home from work and was greeted by a tray of home made pasties waiting to be cooked. Karen had been busy yesterday making good use of the leftover chicken from Sunday's dinner. Chicken, cream cheese and pesto pasties/pastries/pies/tarts/(whatever they are called) with a lovely big salad. I didn't notice until they were right under my nose that she had made a little pastry love heart to go on top of mine. Filling, tasty pasties and intricate detail. She's a talented lady, my missus.

Home made mince pies with cream for pudding made me wonder if the heart on my pasty was a symbol of love or how she plans to kill me.