The end has finally arrived…
They’re gone. As of 15 minutes ago, the final truffle was consumed. Thanks to my finely honed passive-aggressiveness, I was sent home from New Haven with a (reusable!) Glad container filled with what, at the time, appeared to be a never ending supply of hand-made, bliss-you-out chocolate-ness! I stored them in the freezer because I was so sure that I was going to have them on hand for weeks to come, to delicately nibble on special occasions. Ok, in truth, I’m surprised they lasted this long.
Ways in which I enjoyed Jon’s truffles:
1. At room temp, as recommended
2. Frozen - in fact, with the freezer door open and my face stuck in as far as I could fit it so that my husband and son couldn’t see what I was doing. (No, I had no intention of sharing with them, and no, me with my head and shoulders stuck in the fridge or freezer is not that unusual of a sight so they didn’t really think much about what I was up to).
3. Microwaved, so that they were solid on the outside but I could poke my tongue through and actually slurp out the creamy warm chocolate inside.
4. With a spoon, when I left them in the microwave just a touch too long.
5. In a hormonal fit, with a big glob of peanut butter smeared all over.
6. With coffee (black).
7. With beer (dark).
8. Off the floor - no, I didn’t get down on my knees and eat off the floor (though it IS chocolate, so…). The very last freakin’ truffle rolled off the plate and under the counter. Yeah, I rinsed it under the faucet. Yeah, I ate it. Do I disgust you? Dude! It’s Jon’s truffles!!
Don’t judge me - come to New Haven next year and you’ll understand!
Comment by susan
Sunday September 11 2005 @ 6:27 pm
Haaaaaaaaa, I am so there, though you were much more creative with yours than I with mine. So good, huh?! Still looking for the perfect winter race for us. Somehow it has to involve beer and chocolate.