It has often been said that one shouldn’t judge another by looks alone. A pretty woman may not possess a good personality; a handsome man may not have a good heart. In short, a case of the outside appearance hiding something bad inside.
It’s tempting to create an analogy between that and the heart-coated chocolate truffles that I made last night. I’ve been wanting to make them for a long time — since before Christmas, in fact, when I bought the heart-shaped sprinkles. But I waited until it was more “proper” to post something related to Valentine’s Day. It’s just a little over two weeks before Valentine’s Day and, last night, I thought the timing was perfect. And then, the truffles turned out to be like that pretty woman and handsome man who aren’t, after all, as good as they look.
Oh, boy — they looked so good.
The fudgy chocolate inside was just PERFECT — like the nut-coated and cocoa-coated dark chocolate truffles that I made before. But the colorful hearts… Oh, like superficial good looks. I thought the more fitting analogy was with a man or a woman who had undergone cosmetic surgery.
Speedy was the first to make a nasty comment. Wherever did I get those candy heart things, he asked. From the baking supply store, I said. They’re just sugar. He said they tasted like… I forgot the exact word he used but I can’t forget the tone of his voice — like he was getting ready to barf. I tasted a piece of sprinkle, it was sweet, naturally, but there was an aftertaste. Too bad, I had already rolled four truffles in them. But that’s not even the worst part.
Eating the whole thing — the heart-coated truffle — was an insane experience. The heart-shaped sprinkles were too darn hard. And I mean hard like hard candy rather than the sprinkles we had bought in the past that easily melted in the mouth. A quality issue, definitely. Eating the truffles was… how should I describe it…? You want to get to the chocolate part without going through the coating layer but you have to. And once you get to the chocolate part and it has all but melted inside the mouth, you want to spit out the hard little hearts that are still rock solid.
Oh man, seriously. The case of the stone-hearted botoxed lady.