Arkansas allergy season has reared it’s ugly head. And I’ve officially become THAT person.
The one who blows their nose ALL. DAY. LONG.
I can already tell that it’s driving my family crazy. My son wrinkles his nose and looks away. My husband struggles to keep a straight face.
There’s nothin’ attractive about honkin’ away in a Kleenex 24/7, y’all. I realize this, okay?
Back when I was in high school, there was a girl named Megan who sat next to me in history class.
Megan was a nose blower.
But I guess she couldn’t bring herself to just let go and give it her all, so she spent the entire class making tiny halfhearted nose blows that drove me insane.
One, because it was annoying and two, because I could tell it wasn’t getting her anywhere. There were times I literally sat on my hands, fighting the urge to shake her and say, “honk that sucker already!!”.
Megan was also not very nice. Our history teacher had a strict rule about coming to class prepared, and we were not permitted to lend or borrow school supplies. However, my friend James who sat behind me forgot paper regularly.
When Megan saw me sneaking paper to James, she tattled on me.
Megan also informed me that my perfume gave her headaches (Sunflowers was popular back then) and during a test where we were allowed to use notes, she produced a spiral notebook full of Xeroxed textbook pages.
Obviously, the Megan situation needed attention. I couldn’t sit idly by and watch this happen any longer. So…one day I brought a mechanical pencil to class that was identical to the one she always used.
And when Megan got up for her daily teeny tiny nose blowing marathon, I just might have took her pencil and swapped it with the empty one.
And then watched casually out of the corner of my eye while she realized that her pencil was out of lead and frantically searched for another pencil.
She didn’t have one.
And now that is who I think of when I watch my son and husband try to look away as I blow my nose.
Okay let’s not talk about nose blowing anymore. Let’s talk about food, want to?
After my Thin Mint Truffle post, I had several requests for Samoa Truffles.
So…I made them. It was easy.
7.5 oz box Samoas (Keebler makes cookies almost identical to Samoas called Coconut Dreams that would work well also)
2 Tablespoons Dulce de Leche (thick, caramely sweetened condensed milk–it’s in the Mexican food section of your grocery store)
Dark chocolate almond bark or candy melts
1 cup coconut, toasted (click HERE for a quick and easy tutorial from Baking Bites)
Break cookies into large pieces and place in the bowl of a food processor. Process into very fine pieces. If you do not have a food processor, crush cookies in a large Ziploc bag with a rolling pin or mallet.
Dump cookie crumbs into a medium sized bowl and add Dulce de Leche. Using your hands, combine well. Roll mixture into walnut sized balls and place in the refrigerator for about an hour.
Melt chocolate according to package instructions and using a toothpick, dip truffles completely. Place on a wax paper lined baking sheet and sprinkle with toasted coconut before set.
Place truffles in the refrigerator to set completely.
**makes a dozen…yep, those boxes are pretty tiny
One of my favorite blogs, Cookies and Cups, has an awesome recipe for Samoa truffles using cream cheese instead of Dulce de Leche, so if you’re all scared of international ingredients, be sure to go check her recipe out. Or just check her blog out because you like sugar. And funny people.
Please send good “no more nose blowing” vibes towards Arkansas. My allergies and marriage will thank you.
Have a happy Wednesday!!