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A Tragedy

Yohannes is gone.  He’s only on a work trip for a couple days, but I needed something to cheer me up.  What’s that you say? Chocolate? Well, I don’t mind if I do.

So I decided to try to make this:

Grasshopper Mint Chocolate Bark

I thought it looked beautiful.  Heavenly, even.  So I bought all the ingredient and they’ve just been sitting in the cupboard begging for me to run out of other chocolate to eat.  Today was that day.

As I melted the chocolate and stirred the gooey delight with a spatula, I pictured the crisp chunks of minty chocolate goodness.  I knew I would probably eat this whole batch, but the next one I would definitely share.  Maybe I could even make a cinnamon flavored red variety and give it away at Christmas!  I pictured myself smiling and brushing off complements as I bestowed my generous gift — Telling everyone how easy it was, and that they could do it too. (Insert comment about counting my chickens before the eggs hatched.)

In drama speak, a tragedy is a play dealing with the downfall of a great man.  This was a tragedy.  (Well, I’m not sure if I qualify as a great (wo)man, seeing as my grandeur was all in my strangely detailed daydreams of the future.)  As I reached the step where I put mint extract and food coloring into the chocolate it all went to crap.  Apparently there is this baking secret that you are only entitled to know after you have screwed up a batch of desert and google, “What in the heck just happened!”

If water (such as that in mint extract or food coloring) gets into melted chocolate, it will seize.  Seizing is when your melted chocolate turns solid again.  It is still hot, but solid, and impossible to melt again. Basically, what was once beautiful goo is now a clumpy mess.  It was clear that it wouldn’t pour onto the baking sheet, but I thought maybe I could press it down with a spoon.  When that didn’t work, I tried my hands, but did I mention it was still boiling hot?

Seizing

As I was frantically working, Nati was whining for my attention. I growled gently asked him to be patient.  I few minutes later, I found this:

Never been happier that I insisted on a wipe-able surface for our brand new futon.

I guess the green food coloring is good for more than just ruining my chocolate.

In drama speak, this is called comic relief.

This homemaker thing is way out of my league.  Maybe I’ll go to med school, or something easy like that.  And after failing at life at this recipe, I could really use some chocolate.  Who cares if it’s clumpy. 🙂

Yum.


DIY Wall Map

I DIMed! (Did It Myself.)  I’ve been seeing this wall map made by Christy Wright all over Pinterest. It caught my eye, and since we are in the middle of trying to bring our barren walls to life, I decided to give it a try.

DIY Wall Map

Tada!

I’ve moved! Read the full post here.

 


Marriage

My parents and sister Naomi went down to Richmond to visit my sister Hannah this weekend.  Hannah is getting married in less than a month (!) and they were dropping off some things for the newlyweds’ home.  I sent along these “messages in eggs.”

Message in an Egg.

I saw the idea on Pinterest and thought it would be something cool to try for her Bridal shower.  Before the shower, I blew out 30 eggs and then at the shower, people could paint them and put a note inside with encouragement or marriage advice.  I ended up taking them home to finish the leftovers, which is why my parents took them down this weekend.

If you feel tempted to try this, there are a few pointers I would give you.

1. Do less than 30 eggs.  Like maybe 1. Or 5.

2.  Don’t do it when you have a friend over at your house.  They will see you blowing out 30 eggs and you will look and feel ridiculous.  Then you will both not be able to stop laughing, and you can’t blow out eggs when you’re laughing.

3.  Do it when you have a friend over at your house.  Preferably around breakfast time.  That way there will be more people to eat all those eggs you now have to scramble up.  Pick a good friend, because it is maybe a little weird (verging on gross) to eat eggs that you blew out of their shells.

After the shower and before we sent the eggs down to Hannah, Nati helped me to finish decorating them and stuffing them with messages.

Nati:  Mama, what are we gonna do with the eggs?

Me: We’re making them for Auntie Hannah, because Hannah and Pierce are getting married.

Nati: But Mama, why are Hannah and Pierce getting married?

Me: Because they love each other very much.  Sometimes when people get very big and old [compared to a 2 year old] and love each other very much, they get married.

Nati: Oh…  Nati loves Lia very much, so Nati will marry Lia.

Me: Well, people don’t marry their cousins, but that’s very nice that you love her so much.

Nati: Oh… But who should I marry, Mama?

Me: I don’t know Honey, but you don’t have to decide right now.

Nati: Okay.  How ’bout Grandma and Pop Pop?

Me: Well Grandma and Pop Pop are already married to each other.

Nati: Okay.  But Mama, who should I marry?

I’m not sure how I finally stemmed the tide of questions, but if this is any indication, boy are there a few other talks I am not looking forward to.