Truffle Trafficking

When my dad came to visit me in February, he brought me a box of Legacy truffles as part of a belated Christmas gift. Here are my feelings about Legacy truffles. They are made by an old-fashioned choclatier and come in exotic, delictable flavors such as Sweet Bourbon and Chipotle. They come in different "strengths" to cater to different choclate tolerance levels. 58%, 72%, 85% and most recently 99% (I'm anxious to try it) cocoa. I'm not sure if this is by mass or volume. I should find out. Since they are almost pure cocoa, they are not loaded with sugar and whole milk so they are better for you than a Snickers bar. That's my excuse for eating one truffle almost everyday. And one is plenty.

I do not let Dean eat my truffles. He had one once and goofed by saying, "these aren't that great." When Dad brought me the box, I bought Dean a bag of "junk chocolate" to keep him satiated.

I have one lonely Merlot truffle left from that box Dad brought me. I have rationed them out as best I could. When I went online to secretly order some more I was willing to pay a ridilculous amount to have them shipped to Florida. I was not willing to settle for the flavors they offered in their "variety pack." Almond, mint, espresso, pecan and classic. Those are all delcious, but where was the Kahlua and Champagne? I finally talked my dad into going to the store itself after emailing him a list of my requested flavors (including this new 99% one I must try). I confessed to being a chocolate addict and he has since referred to himself as my enabler. He got my box of truffles ready and is still going to have Legacy send them to me to ensure they are properly packed and kept cool for their long trip. And I'm expecting a sizable bill. But money is no object when it comes to truffles.