So when I made these, Mr Cookie Monster said something utterly unlike him:
‘My teeth will rot through if you keep on making these sweets.’ (Read in an Irish accent.)
This coming from the guy who will invariably buy himself at least two bags of sweets for the cinema, or must have gummy bears at least once a week. Now I make him chocolate and he’s complaining? Men. (By which of course I mean: ‘A proportion of the male gender who sometimes utter the most incomprehensible things and whose brain’s inner workings are about as clear as muddy water to me’, but it’s just easier to roll my eyes and sneer with this one word.)
So we’ve been living together for nearly a month now, after two and a half years of dating, a year and four months of which was long-distance. We’ve had our ups and downs but we’re still happy and in love, and most importantly, we’re still best friends to this day. He bugs the s*** out of me sometimes (ok, every day), but at the end of the day I’d feel miserable if I knew I wouldn’t wake up next to him in the morning. It’s an odd feeling, because I’ve always fared better on my own. I’m a hardcore introvert, I need lots of time to myself and will easily feel overwhelmed if I’m in a crowd, and generally prefer to work on my own as I just get annoyed with other people. But… (and it’s a big but) as comforting as it is to continue living as I always have, that’s not a healthy behaviour. At some point I have to learn to live with others, right?
This month so far has been an interesting social experiment. I quickly identified the things I don’t like about living with Mr Cookie Monster (he leaves his clothes on the floor and eats like a stereotypical bachelor, i.e. I am sick to death of fajitas). He’s not a feminist, not even close–we need to work on that. He likes to push my buttons for a laugh (we’ll see if it’s still funny when I ‘accidentally’ thwack him with a frying pan).
But far more numerous and precious are the things I like about living with Mr Cookie Monster. I don’t leap out of bed in the morning like I used to, true enough, but I get to snuggle closer and steal a bit of warmth for a few minutes. I have a human being to talk to when I come home at the end of the day (according to some people it’s weird to talk to my cat; I beg to differ). I have someone to share all my desserts with (and I do make a lot of desserts). I actually sit down on the sofa to watch a film now, instead of doing other tasks at the same time, which means I only pay half an ear to the storyline. I get to explore my favourite city in the world with him.
So although I might sometimes miss the independence I enjoyed in my bachelorette pad, I don’t think I’d trade in living with Mr Cookie Monster. For now at least I can bear him 🙂
3-Ingredient Vegan Salted Chocolate Truffles
200g (7oz) 85% cooking chocolate
1 heaping tbsp coconut oil
1/2 tsp rock salt
Break the chocolate into small pieces and add to a small saucepan, along with the coconut oil, placed over moderate heat. Stir gently until the chocolate is completely melted, which will take approximately 3-5 minutes. Note: the chocolate must NOT bubble! Keep the heat quite low.
Set aside to cool, then place in the fridge for about 45 minutes, or until the chocolate is set.
Using a teaspoon or melon baller, scoop a small amount (about a teaspoonful) of the hardened chocolate and roll it into a walnut-sized ball in your hands. Your hands will need to be cold, otherwise the chocolate might melt and not hold its shape; it’s therefore advisable to wash your hands with cold water before getting started. Repeat this method to make 15 truffles.
Press a few grains of rock salt onto each truffle.
Keep in the fridge for up to 3 days.
Help me out! Any tips on living with your significant other for the first time? Why do men smell? How do I refrain from hitting him with a frying pan every other day??
Love and cookies,