Background to the Drama
The little onion prank began innocently enough. One of our daughters (probably due to parental influence) adores chocolate. Lately, she has been saving some of the pretty packaging. Meanwhile, berry-filled chocolate has been sounding good to me, so I have been imagining varied original versions.
One week I purchased a BIG slab of dark chocolate. Another week I purchased a jar of mixed berry jam. The wheels had been turning – to no great avail – so (this time) rather than make a creamy berry filling, the jam simply got encased in chocolate.
How so? I borrowed some of my daughter’s plastic chocolate holders (ones that many people tend to put in the trash once the chocolate from them is eaten). Sure, I washed them! After I melted the chocolate then cooled it to near room temperature, a daub went into each “cup”. Then came the daub of jam. Then came the topping of chocolate – enough to encase the jam. After refrigeration, they popped out of the cups with ease.
The story continues. Note: Each member of my family was busy with other things while I played, even though I was center stage (in the kitchen).
The slab of chocolate was truly BIG (much more that I would want for making icky-sweet, jam-filled chocolate candies). What else sounded good? Mmmm – mint! A few drops of peppermint oil stirred into the remaining chocolate. A few shallow plastic “cups” from my daughter’s stash. Result? Variety.
What About the Onions?
Background: In years past, I essentially abhorred onions. Now, obviously, ONIONS HAVE BECOME MY PASSION. Not so, to this extent, for the others in the family, particularly that one daughter.
Once the candies were released from the molds, I displayed them, offering tastes. Is there such a thing as “cautionary delight”? At this point (spur of the moment), I mentioned that one piece enclosed an onion slice as a bonus. Though the announcement was audible to all, my focus centered on the gal most likely to react. She did not disappoint!
Once that little scene ended, I admitted to telling a tale. No onion was included. No, not one slice. That brought about an opposite reaction from the other gal of the family… as in, “Too bad; might have been fun!”