Working with chocolate is hard, particularly for someone who, can be a little messy at times. I can’t help it, and I can’t change it. It just is, and I have learned to live with and work around my ultimately messy nature. Sometimes, a mess can be easily covered up. As one can gather, a chocolate mess cannot be, especially when the chocolate is warm. Over the past few weeks, I think I’ve gotten chocolate on almost every part of my body (settle down – I said “almost”). However, mess or not, somehow, someway, I keep achieving chocolate success. Yet, with each new endeavor, I fear the worst and run the gamut of emotions, from anxiety, panic, frustration, resignation – to finally elation upon receiving the “nicely done” from my rather stoic instructor (this dude knows chocolate). I used to love chocolate – found comfort in it. Now, as soon as I see it, I’m propelled into some kind of chocolate-induced schizophrenia, where it takes all of my might to refrain from screaming.
However, ultimately two good, well, actually great things have come out of all this:
1. I am eating less chocolate, thus eating less calories.
2. I made some pretty freaking amazing shit. and by shit, I mean chocolates.
So as I walk through the valley of the shadows of chocolate, I pass along a bit of wisdom to anyone who will listen: never be afraid to make a mess – it’s worth it.