I couldn't resist the pack of large beautiful berries on the store shelf, while chocolate covered triangular shapes of soft red sweetness danced in my head.
So while Mark was at the Italian Home picking golf teams, I melted the chocolate and planned on dipping. He wouldn't know how many were in the pack and how many were missing. It was a golden opportunity. I've gained a few more pounds and am embarrassed to let someone see what a piggy I am.
The chocolate melted but not fluid enough to dip or coat. As I continued trying different pans, and melting methods, I couldn't resist taking a spoon and smearing the thick chocolate on, just to get started, do a test, be a pig. Maybe I overheated the chocolate this time but since it didn't burn my lips, I thought the temp was good. Simmering water exploded when I set in a stainless pan with uncooperative chocolate, but I trudged on, all while "testing". Little by little, my clean strawberries lined up for dipping were disappearing as was the chocolate. How could that be? It's not the right consistency yet and it's almost gone with only three strawberries left! How was this happening? I finally gave up when the little bit left was too hard to spread. Whether the chocolate would have hardened on the berry is unknown since they never had the chance. I knew that it was dripping as I tested them because my fleece jacket had chocolate streaks from the loose but thick brown sweetness. More time passed than expected so I started cleaning up the mess before he returned. Threw my stained jacket in the wash and left a few bare strawberries on the counter. When he walked in, I knew something was wrong."What were you doing?"
"Well I tried to dip a few strawberries but it didn't work."
"Nope. I couldn't dip them, couldn't get the consistency right."
"So you didn't make any?"
"Have you been in the bathroom recently?"
"What? Why would you ask me that?"
"Look down at your top."
"Oh. It must have splattered when I was cleaning up."