Happy Easter! The Lord is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!
Let me tell you of a Friday morning experiment. Because I no longer have unique ideas of my own, I am reduced to copying others. Megan at notmartha.org (as I’ve said before) is living the life I’m meant to live: she’s younger, more creative, travels the world, and takes much, much better photos.
Megan made chocolate surprise eggs by melting chocolate and pouring it into clean, hollowed, dyed eggshells. I wanted to take a stab at it, but in my typical rushed, non-direction-following, lots-of-room-for-expected-error way.
The beginning went well. Eggs drained, boiled, and plopped into dye.
I was having fun with the egg-drying photos. I took one from below for an ‘art-shot’ and realized with horror that I have never, ever looked at the bottom of my upper cabinets. Note to murderers: When cleaning up the crime scene, get the underside of the cupboards.
This one is taken after a quick swipe with a washcloth.
I came back to the eggs after running some errands, and here’s where the breakdown occurred. I’m too impatient, and let’s just say – if you want to temper chocolate, you should actually follow the directions. Not me – rush, rush! Melt! Melt! Throw in some chocolate chips – it’ll be fine.
I got to the fun part of loading the eggs. I had in mind to make giant ‘Reece’s peanut-butter cup’ eggs -thick dark chocolate shell, peanut butter candy inside, mmmmm.
However, after waiting around 45 minutes the chocolate still hadn’t set up, so I gave it up for a loss. Not a sad loss, though – I haven’t messed around on a kitchen project in ages, and it felt good. I tossed the eggs in the trash, poured the rest of the chocolate on the peanut butter candy, and we left for Omaha.
Coming back today, I noticed the chocolate on the candy was firm.
Hmmmmmm….. I dug in the trash.
Crack. Crack. Peel. Peel.
Relax, I didn’t eat it, but I did sigh heavily. As it turns out, it had hardened, but didn’t really have the *snap* of good chocolate.
Maybe next Easter I’ll do it right.
*snickner* Who’s kiddin’ who?
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating things out of the trash, as long as they’re on top or sealed in an air-tight container. I ate out of the lunchroom trash at school for a whole year once. I had to stop when some kid’s mom packed me an extra sandwich because he told her I was eating out of the trash.
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
That’s why you get such generous Christmas gifts from your students!
Was it Pete Lange who never brought a lunch when he was leading a crew detasseling? He was the king on “Are you going to eat that?”. Eventually people started bringing extra stuff for him.
I’m known for occasionally snagging food off of plates in pizza joints. You would not believe how many people don’t take perfectly good unchewed-on pizza home!