This is how I know I am not normal when it comes to food . . .
I was listening to WFYI in the car the other day and I heard a quick advertisement for a local chocolate shop in downtown Indy, The Best Chocolate In Town. My ears perked up, as I'd been there once before. Plus, who doesn't perk up at mention of chocolate? And then I heard this lovely phrase: sour cherry truffles.
For days now I have been obsessed with the thought of these truffles. While normal people are thinking about what to have for dinner, what to wear this morning, the state of the economy, why that crazy Tatiana girl made it to the top 36 of American Idol (that's normal, too, right?), I have been thinking about sour cherry truffles. What they might look like, how they would taste, how many are appropriate to eat in one sitting.
I just happened to take the kids to the Children's Museum today, which is fairly close to the above-mentioned chocolate shop. And still, thinking about those truffles. And I'm like, "Hey, we're already so close. How could I not pop in?" Normal people do not beg and plead with their 6-year-olds to "please, please, please do whatever it takes to keep your brother awake until we get there!" Normal people do not pelt their toddlers with books and toys to keep them awake, lest we have driven all this way and now we have to keep on driving because Eli fell asleep and WAAAHHH, no sour cherry truffles for MEEEEEE!
But I am not normal, and I know this. I did drive out of my way for chocolate. I did harass my toddler to keep him from sweet slumber. I did bribe my daughter with promises of sweet treats. And I did get my sour cherry truffles. And a cinnamon truffle. And a peanut butter bon bon. And I took a picture:
And they were delicious. And totally worth it.