Calling all Chocoholics... a truffling we will go

OK, some of you are already asking, "Where's the chocolate?" Chocolate is forthcoming, I promise!

Whenever you encounter the graphic

"See what's brewing at lulu's cuppa java"

it's time to kick back, take your shoes off and relax.

This is an invitation to stop by and chat about whatever floats your boat and escape the daily grind for a few moments.

Now back to chocolate. I confess I am a chocoholic. I believe that chocolate is one of the major food groups. It is a natural anti-depressant. Dark chocolate is purported to be full of flavonols which which reduces stress and helps fight the naughty bits known as free radicals (which are BAD for us). It's also said that it is an aphrodisiac. So, what's not to love? Chocolate is good for you—at least in moderation!

A week ago I was in the midst of a chocolate attack and there wasn't any chocolate to be found in my house. Well, since I knew I couldn't live without something chocolate I drove to the market... drooled over the myriad of choices—chocolate cake, chocolate pies, chocolate candy bars, chocolate cookies, and chocolate ice cream, but none of it appealed to my deepest, darkest chocolate desire.

Then EUREKA I was struck by a lightning bolt—chocolate truffles! That was it, nothing was gong to satisfy me except chocolate truffles! Alas, no chocolate truffles were in residence at this ginormous supermarket. I mean what's a chocoholic in the throws of chocolate withdrawals gonna do? Make them, of course, that's it. Only one problem, I had never made chocolate truffles before, but I was determined to have them. Thus I set about filling my cart with ingredients that I thought chocolate truffles contained. Thirty dollars and three hours later my chocolate truffle craving had been satisfied! The kitchen looked like a tornado had hit it, chocolate was everywhere, but I didn't care because I was eating my fill of truffles. I went to bed satiated and dreamed of chocolate truffles dancing in my head.

The following day I thought I'd take a photo of my endeavors. i was rather proud of them! However, when I looked for the container I discovered it was gone. How could this happen? Did the truffles grow legs in the middle of the night and walk away? I don't think so. I just couldn't believe how they could disappear. Several hours later my house guest returned from a day in Dallas saying she didn't know I could make chocolate truffles. I told her I didn't either, but out of necessity I gave myself a whirlwind lesson only to discover they had all disappeared. She turned bright red! She confessed she had found the container on the counter and took them with her to Dallas where she was meeting a few of her friends. She thought they'd try a few and return the rest, but they ate all of them!

Yesterday we went to the market together and we purchased MORE ingredients for chocolate truffles. I doubled the recipe last night. I'm crossing my fingers that tomorrow there will be enough truffles remaining to take the photo I thought about shooting last week!

The moral to this story is that if you want something badly enough you will find a way to make it happen... and true friends will appreciate what you do and even help you do it!

From the diary of a chocoholic—11.19.2008 with chocolate smears in evidence on the page.

Copyright 2008, Linda Bourgault, lulugraphix, All Rights Reserved.