I've never claimed to be Betty Crocker. I can cook, but usually don't. My husband takes care of that while I play the role of Suzy Homemaker. Once in a great while, though, I'll get a wild hair up my butt and decide I need to get all fancy schmancy with food.
me covered in chocolate
The day before Thanksgiving I got the bright idea to buy almond bark and balloons and go about making chocolate bowls out of balloons. I'd seen countless photos and a couple videos on Facebook. How hard could it be!
chocolate on the coffee pot and walls
Things were going smoothly for the first couple of minutes. I had the balloon blown up and started covering the bottom in chocolate. About five minutes in, I heard an explosion and saw what looked like chocolate vomit all over my walls. And my clothes. And my appliances. And my floor. And even my freakin kitchen décor.
For those of you who've ever used almond bark, you know it can set up pretty quickly. So it wasn't just a wash-and-go kind of situation. I had to use a butter knife to scrape the hardened stuff off every crevice of my kitchen. Took me over two hours to clean, and some of it's still on my walls. As evidence.
It was a horrible cooking experience that I won't repeat. Ever.
Let me know, have you ever had a Willy Wonka chocolate explosion? Have you ever figured out the art of making chocolate bowls out of balloons?