The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
Arthur Conan Doyle
Hey, Lovelies.
The strangest thing has happened.
Just over a fortnight ago I bought quite a selection of (mostly) high quality chocolate bars. The reason? I intended to make chocolate truffles this week. I thought I’d make some truffles in white choc, some in milk, some in dark, and some in that delectable Caramilk flavour.
I am sure I bought the chocolate. I remember putting it in my trolley.
I even have a receipt to prove it.
I remember putting the chocolate in three separate places. A new hiding place that I am still reluctant to name publicly, the crisper drawer in the fridge behind the broccoli, and in the pantry, behind jars of flour. Because no-one ever looks there.
Last night when I prepared to make my first batch, I could not find those chocolate bars anywhere. Mysteriously, they are gone.
The dogs are off the hook, as they do not have opposable thumbs, and they can’t open the fridge nor can they reach high places with things stashed behind them.
Ben swears it wasn’t him.
So that can only mean one of two things. Either I am sleepwalking and eating chocolate in the middle of the night OR we have a chocolate thief in the neighbourhood.
Has this ever happened to you? It’s totally baffling.
Let me know if you have any detective recommendations, or better places to hide my next chocolate purchases.
I’ll get back to you with the truffle recipe once I renew my stash.
Love, cocoa butter and magical sprinkles, Nicole xx
