“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” I yelled.
“I dropped the mint chocolate truffles on the floor,” I said, scrambling as fast as I could, but alas, I exceeded the alloted five seconds and all but one lone truffle still sitting cleanly in its paper cup were truly contaminated.
“What about the five—”
“Alas, I exceeded the time,” I said. “Besides, this is the garage floor we're talking about.” I kept the mint chocolate truffles in the freezer out in the garage. They were a Christmas gift and I was slowly working my way through the box; I still had over half the box left.
“Oh,” said Bunny. “You could try one of these,” Bunny said, limping slowly into the garage. She then handed me a Trader Joe's PB & J Milk Chocolate Bar. The bar was part of a care package her brother sent from Seattle. “I was going to have it, but it sounds like you could use it.”
“A peanut butter and jelly chocolate bar,” I said, somewhat skeptically. “I'll try it if you try it.”
“Okay,” said Bunny.
We headed back to the family room. Bunny opened the bar and broke off two pieces. She handed one piece to me and ate the other one. I then ate the piece I had. And well … it was interesting. Now, I like peanut butter and chocolate (Bunny knows better than to buy Reese's Peanut Butter Cups™ else I gorge myself) so it's got that going for it. I also like raspberry and chocolate (the jelly here is raspberry jelly) so it's got that going for it. But all three? I don't think that worked.
Oh, it was edible, don't get me wrong; no spit-takes here. But it just didn't work for me (or for Bunny). I think it actually was the peanut butter and raspberry that failed in this case. It wasn't bad enough not to finish, but we wouldn't go out of our way to get another one (and we have two more of the bars to go through).