Thanks for your smooth.
I'm not the kind of person who can hide things from myself. So, imagine my surprise when I came across 3# of highest quality chocolate while flinging junk out of the hallway closet. I bought the chocolate (1# white, 1# milk, and 1# dark) from the chocolatier where I took a truffle making class in December. Inspired by the class and wild truffle flavor ideas, I intended to make truffles for everyone for Christmas. Alas, I never had enough time, and now inspiration has moved on.
I have a bin of special flavorings, extracts, liquors, flavored sugars, paper truffle cups and bags and boxes for packaging. Even a special truffle-dipping tool! Everything I need, except the inspiration and ability to eat the truffles.
Sigh.
So, what to do? The chocolate will "bloom" if I don't use it (eventually). It was quite spendy, so I don't want to throw it away, or even give it away. I really, really, really want to eat it. I've been sitting at my desk all day, just two rooms away, thinking of all that delicious chocolate sitting on the shelf, wrapped prettily in red shiny bags with gold ties.
I wouldn't be surprised if my chocolate-thoughts slipped out into some of the emails I sent today.
"I received your creamy registration." "Thanks for your smooth." "Please let me know if I can help you with any chocolate."
I can't concentrate with it in the house. I won't be able to sleep tonight, either. But I can't bring myself to get rid of it. Guess I'll have to eat it, and hate myself for it.