My Child

I found some Hershey's Kisses stashed where I normally don't keep chocolate. Sure enough, they had gotten too warm, melted a little, and then re-solidified. This causes the chocolate to "bloom," getting that grey-ish coating with spidery veins. The chocolate is still fine and will happily re-melt if you chop it up and throw it into some unsuspecting cookie dough. But if you insist on eating it straight, it's the grainy texture that will ruin the experience.

I am a chocolate snob. I won't eat bloomed chocolate.

Since I frequently look at my children, who so closely resemble their father, and wonder what parts of me did they get in their genetic make-up, I decided to conduct a test. I gave Boo and Boy each a greyed-over piece of chocolate.

Boo happily munched hers and then went back to playing.

The Boy, however, made a strange face while eating his. I asked him what was wrong and he accused me of not giving him chocolate at all.

Ah, that's my Boy!