Everyone Wants Me to Have a Meltdown
You heard me. Everyone wants me to have a meltdown. In fact, everyone I know wouldn’t mind if I had a meltdown every single week.
But it is not as bad as it sounds. By meltdown, they don’t mean a hissy fit or dissolving into tears. Instead, it means they’re waiting for me to literally melt down something brown and sweet and…yes, you knew this was going to involve chocolate somehow.
(Suddenly I am reminded of Rilla of Ingleside and her supposed overuse of italics. I always thought her use of italics was spot on.)
In short, me having a meltdown is code for me making fudge. Or chocolate mint thins. Or truffles. Naturally, there is photo evidence of my latest meltdown.
Peanut butter truffles. Yes, they are having a very bad hair day (or whatever you say when truffles start sweating because they don’t like the temperature of the
photography studio place where I take photos).
The initial plan was to keep all the truffles. After all, it was a four day weekend (plenty of time for plenty of truffles) and there are some definite peanut-butter-lovers in my family (including the dog, who gets to lick the empty jar). Yet somehow two truffles here and two truffles there went off to new homes and before I knew it there were ten missing. To any concerned parties who thought we were shorted on account of my unapologetic sharing tendencies, we STILL had plenty. (But yes, I will make you more. On your birthday. Which I cannot be fooled into thinking is in March.)
Want to have your own meltdown? I have some tips:
- Always melt more chocolate than you think you’re going to need. Because you can make all sorts of things with the leftovers.
- Never let anybody watch you handle the chocolate because they will start marveling how it is possible for one person to leave chocolate on so many surfaces.
- Also never let anyone know you are making anything because they will show up with puppy dog eyes begging for chunks of chocolate or truffle centers.
- Always make sure there is room in the freezer/fridge BEFORE standing there with messy hands and a full sized pizza pan laden with truffles, wondering where you’re going to put it.
- And last but not least…either portion off truffles so everyone has their own container, or insist on being around to divvy them up.
‘Cause otherwise they’re gone.
Ps. The peanut butter truffle recipe is from Use Real Butter.