In Which Connor Is Still Sick And I Try To Make Truffles But Eat Everything Instead

Connor had another rough day today; he had five seizures, which is not so hot.  I'm hoping that tomorrow he'll be feeling better, because that's a lot of seizures for his little body to handle. 

Poor little guy.

Jer was off work today, so I took the opportunity to run some quick errands I'd been intending to take care of while Connor was in school (which obviously didn't happen today) and then this evening I went to an art gallery showing where a friend's work was being exhibited.  I ended up buying a beautiful linocut print, which was small enough that I might be able to find some wall space for it.  I felt kind of guilty leaving a sick Connor at home, but I'd been planning to go to the showing for a while and Jer is more than capable of taking care of Connor without me.  Plus after two days of having a child use me as a giant tissue, I badly needed to get out of the house. So I ended up going, and just didn't stay very long.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and picked up what I needed to make a large batch of truffles.  I've got a birthday party to go to tomorrow, and figured I'd take a few different kinds.  So I made pomegranate, blackberry liquor, and cinnamon chili ganaches and put them in the refrigerator to set overnight.  Truffles are not terribly difficult to make, but they're hard for me because I want to skip the whole truffle making part and just eat the ganache directly out of a bowl with a spoon.  If I'm lucky I'll manage to restrict myself to only eating about half the bowl.  Of each.  And then I'll have to test the truffles once I dip them too, to make sure they aren't poisonous or something.  By the time I'm finished I'll have used about five bags of chocolate, and the people at the party will be lucky to get four or five truffles out of it.  But hey, I'll be happy.  And also about fifteen pounds heavier, but that's beside the point.

I mean, I'm under stress, right?  Having Connor sick always makes me stressed out.  And when I'm stressed out, I want to eat my weight in chocolate.  And now there are three giant bowls of the stuff sitting in my fridge, calling me.  What did I expect would happen?  I really didn't think this thing through very well.

Connor normally loves eating the ganache with a spoon too, but right now he's too sick and his stomach's too queasy for that.  I might have to save him a little bit for when he's better.  Or maybe I'll just eat his share for him.  No use in letting it go to waste, right?

~Jess