Hello, y’all! I’m back.
If you’re new, welcome! Thanks for subscribing in my absence. Old and new followers, you will be rewarded for returning after three months of my absence. Tomorrow, gold will rain onto your windowsill and the love of your life will knock on your door with flowers and white stallions. Your loves will say I sent them. So, your welcome. And thank you for coming to the Creative Palate.
So, where have I been? That is an excellent question. The answer involves a short walk in Los Angeles, a ruby amulet, a terrible curse, and a prank was not a prank at all. For full details, read on.
I am temporarily residing in Los Angeles, the land of Hollywood glamor, and the home of the starving artists aspiring to join it. With palm trees, tall building, beaches, and a dismal homeless population, it’s quite a different scene for this Canadian hillbilly. (See, I’m from Toronto. Apparently, all Canadians live in igloos and keep pet moose according to Americans.)
One day, I’m out walking when a guy in a soot-covered lab coat runs over. He wore a bulky amulet around his neck and his hair looked electrocuted. “Hey! Miss! What year is it?”
Now, I’ve done this prank before, but that’s another story. Therefore, I didn’t buy into this time-traveling routine. “It’s 2018,” I said in a monotone .
The prank is supposed to end with him declaring his supposed ‘time machine’ worked. Instead, the man looked horrified. “No! Not again! I thought I fixed it!”
LA is full of crazies. I averted eye contact and started to walk away, but he kept shouting, “Time travel is a terrible curse! I’ve missed my dog’s birthday party!”
“Alright then,” I muttered but he ran after me and threw the amulet into my face.
“Take it! I can’t bear the burden anymore!” Then he dashed off into the sunset.
What a weirdo. Even I wouldn’t take a prank that far. I examined the amulet. It looked like a fake ruby on a rusted chain. There were numbers carved into the stone. I rubbed the rust away to get a closer look when suddenly the sky turned dark. I panicked, threw the amulet at the ground, and ran home.
However, something had changed. It looked like home, but everything was slightly off and the air smelled stale. I checked the calendar on my phone. Three months had gone by.
And that is why I hadn’t posted for that time.
If you have been to this blog before, you know I don’t write about my personal life. Except for when I do. I’m sorry to say that the above story was entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Instead, I offer you chocolate and peanut butter as compensation for my absence. These truffles are rich and decadent, and so easy to make! If you have a sweet tooth like me, but you don’t want to snack on unhealthy chocolate bars (like me), these are perfect for satisfying the craving in a healthier way.
If you subscribe, you will get notified to when I post new delicious recipes. Also, you’ll get gold, flowers, stallions, and the love of your life, remember? More recipes are coming because I’m finally back!
Chocolate Peanut Butter Truffles
- 1 1/2 cup pitted dates
- 3/4 cup natural peanut butter
- 1/4 cup cocoa powder
- 1 1/2 cup 72% dark chocolate
- extra peanut butter for drizzling
- In a blender or food processor, mix the dates, peanut butter, and cocoa powder, until combined and begin to form a ball.
- Roll the date mixture into balls about the size of a tablespoon, and place on a lined baking tray.
- Melt the dark chocolate in a double boiler or in the microwave.
- Dip the date balls into the chocolate until fully coated. Lift the balls with a fork, let the excess chocolate drip off, and return to the baking tray.
- Using a fork or the tip of a knife, drizzle some peanut butter over the balls.
- Place the chocolate-covered balls into the freezer until the chocolate and peanut butter hardens, and enjoy!
- Store the truffles in a sealed container in the freezer.