A few weeks ago, I had this grand idea that Ben and I could make chocolate truffles for the wedding favors. We found these cute boxes, and the thought of truffles inside of them seemed perfect. I asked Ben how much trouble they would be and he said they were time consuming, but we could do it. The idea was grand until last night.
Having made all the filling, Ben started to ball the truffles...all 450 of them...everything is fine. Then the trouble began. After they are balled, the truffles need to be dipped in chocolate and rolled in cocoa powder. The first nine truffles turned out awesome...then something happened, and there was a serious malfunction. We're not sure what happened with the truffles, why they wouldn't settle, but I will say there was chocolate everywhere, a truffle graveyard in the sink, many foul words still hovering in the atmosphere...and one very, super unhappy truffle maker.
Basically we had to abandon truffle making last night...get a good night's sleep...and then Ben started up at 7:45 a.m. this morning. There have only been a few swear words, but mostly it's pretty quiet in the kitchen, and I'm trying to stay far away. We still have chocolate everywhere, but they seem to be settling...and I can humbly admit that maybe my truffle idea wasn't so grand...next time we'll buy....but until then, I hope everyone enjoys the chocolates at the wedding.