It exploded like a gunshot. I screamed, involuntarily.
My kids screamed in response.
We all screamed again a few more times for good measure.
I paused for a moment to survey the damage. Chocolate had sprayed everywhere. Chunks of it were in my hair. Bits of balloon shrapnel hung off of the kitchen cabinet and dotted the floor.
One Bantha Bowl had bit the dust.
Fortunately, we still had six balloons left. Clearly I was going to have to be more careful with the temperature of the chocolate….
Interestingly no one asked me about the Bantha Bowls on my Bridge post. In case you are curious about how to do them, check out this book:
It involves coating a water balloon with a bit of oil, then dipping it in melted chocolate. Once the chocolate has cooled and hardened on a cookie sheet long enough, you pop the balloons… Tons of fun science to be had with this project!
Meanwhile, I am going to go back to scraping chocolate off of the ceiling. I am sure to be finding splatters of it in surprise places for the next decade.
Maybe I can use the bits of toilet paper left after turning my son into a mummy the other day…