So today I tried to be nice and make fudgy bon bons for the people at my work. It’s neat. If you’ve never tried fudgy bon-bons, I feel sorry for you. It’s a hershey’s kiss wrapped in fudge with white chocolate (i.e. the bane of my exsistence). It started out well, except that I threw the chocolate chips and butter right into a pan. When you do this, chocolate burns. The fudge turned out okay but I had to do this to get the pan clean. Yum.
Moving on, once I had made the bon-bons, my kitchen looked like this:
So next is the white chocolate. I put some in a butter dish and threw it in the microwave. I had my mp3 player going so I danced while waiting. Then I smelled something like smoke. I opened the microwave and it looked a little something like this:
And then I took it out and it looked like this:
And so I got frusterated:
But, I got back on my horse and said, “Try, try again.” This time, I was smart. I put it in a coffee cup. Those can get way hot without smoking. Genius!! While dancing around the second time, I smelt a familiar smell. Smoke. I threw open the mirowave and to my suprise, smoke started pouring into my kitchen/dining room/livingroom/whole apartment, threatening to make the smoke detector go off.
I quickly turned on the vent and ran to the window to thrust it open. Once I was assured that the alarm was not going to go off. I stood at the window and looked at the birds. Until I heard glass breaking:
I was sad. 😦 It’s not even my tea cup.
I called Josh to see if he knew how to melt white chocolate chips without producing smoke. He didn’t answer.
So I got back on my horse for the last time and said, “Curse you, chocolate chips!”
This time, I put them in a thick bowl and only let them be in the microwave for ten seconds and I stirred them. They came out like this:
The bon bons don’t look like the best bonbons I ever made. But they’re suitable. I thought after the white chocolate fiasco, there could be no more problems. This was before I overfilled a pan and it spilled over the levvys (sp?) itno my floor. Great.
I wish I could be on Food Network as a show host. While I might not make quality food, at least it would be interesting. I don’t think interesting would cut it if the network had to buy me a whole set of new dishes every ding dong show. I can wash a mean dish though. Spotless Susie should be my name.
What have I learned through this?
1) Stir white chocolate chips when trying to melt them.
2) Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good. To one there is given through the Spirit the message of wisdom, to another the message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit, to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues, and to still another the interpretation of tongues.All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he gives them to each one, just as he determines. 1 Corinthians 12:7-11
What does that have to do with baking, you ask? I can’t do it. If I decided my life’s purpose would be to make fudgy bonbons, the world would be sadly void of fudgy bonbons. While I enjoy cooking, it’s just not a gift. My chicken breasts are too thick, I added too much milk to the mashed potatoes, I put potato skins down the disposal too fast, I burned every pancake except for the silver dollar pancakes that Joe get cause he’s the man of the table. I thank the Lord that there are people who can cook better than I do, otherwise I might just be an all natural Vegan living off the land.
Am I jealous of those that can cook? No. I admire their ability but I understand that God has given me different gifts that I can use to glorify him, like photography or listening. We run into problems when we envy each other’s gifts or we try to do something because we want to, even though we don’t have the gift. It would be like me being sure that I’m going to make Flaming Yawn (jk guys, I know it’s spelled filet mignon) and not considering that I can’t even make mashed potatoes correctly. We have to realize this: the same Holy Spirit that gives her the ability to cook gives me the ability to see homeless people and junior high kids as normal. I love that the Body of Christ is divierse. I love that God’s overall plan works in perfect synchronization, with the perfect blending of gifts to get the job done how He wants it. It’s pretty sweet how that whole Body of Christ worked out. This is what I learned today.
Fudgy bonbons: semi-check
Important spiritual lesson learned: double check
In other news:
A hornet stung my back at the pool yesterday. I screamed and almost freaked out but Amber told me not to, so I didn’t. Kelli thought I was joking. I wasn’t. It’s my first time ever.
i thought everyone knew how to melt chocolate, but maybe i’m just in a state of perpetual hunger. still, i’m glad you figured it out.
also, my first time getting stung was also by a pool. in one swift motion, i brushed the bee off, pulled out the stinger, and jumped in so the chlorine could work its magic. i’d like to think it was just my quick 11 year-old mind, but i’m pretty sure i was acting out of trembling fear.
My dear sweet Beth,
You called the wrong guy. In the future, if you’d like to melt chocolate, I recommend getting a large pot and boiling water in it. After you’ve heated the water up, put the chocolate into a smaller pot (one that will fit within the larger one, duh) and float the small pot in the larger one. You may need to pour out some of the boiling water first, so that it doesn’t let loose the levies all over your kitchen floor. Be careful. Boiling water is hot. Stir chips until melted. Call Joe next time. He misses you.
Congrats on your first sting. Be thankful you didn’t go into anaphylactic shock. I’m certified to deal with that. Yet another reason to call me. I hope you’re well.
Joe’s right…..double boiler for chocolate. If you don’t have one, it’s easy to improvise.
(and I have yet to be stung….quite frankly I’m terrified)
Yeah, I’m weighing in with the double boiler crowd. (You’ll probably get thirty of these at your wedding.)
i have no idea. we’re the same person.
and i like you, a whole whole whole whole lot.