One day I was making a cake, chocolate of course. The cake was already done and I sat it aside to cool. Then, I started on the icing. I had combined cocoa, butter, salt and water when, for some reason I had to pause and leave for a short time. I can’t even remember what it was, but a child was watching me.
Before I left, I cautioned the child not to eat any of the chocolate. I told her she wouldn’t like it anyway. In a while, I returned and saw the expression that told me everything. It was obvious that she didn’t listen to me. Clearly, she just had to taste the little bit of dark chocolate in the bowl.
It is easy to understand. I mean, who doesn’t like the taste of a chocolate bar. That stuff in that bowl did look very inviting, even to those who know better. However, most everyone knows that chocolate is very bitter and it has a very horrible taste. If you taste even the smallest bit, it will contort your face. In her case, she rushed for the faucet, turned it on. She didn’t wait for a glass but drank straight from the tap.
Well, there was no harm done. There was plenty left. After mixing it into the confection sugar, I iced the cake and we both had a piece of it.
Needless to say, though, it was a well learned lesson for her.
Sometimes I think about the incident and consider that there might be an object lesson that we might take away from it…sort of like, all that glitters is not gold. In this case, it is more like…chocolate taste horrible. I don’t know; maybe it is a stretch. Anyway, I still laugh from time to time when I think about it.
I hear Pelosi likes chocolate. I wonder if she would like it if I baked her a cake.