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January 04, 2010

Oh. Dear. God.

Would someone please stop me from listening to those nifty little chocolate liqueur bottles?

I bought too many for Christmas and now they have taken to roaming my house in packs, whispering to me with Charles Boyer's voice. Very disturbing.

Posted by Cassandra at January 4, 2010 04:31 AM

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They make chocolate liqueur?

Geez, I *have* been gone a while...

Posted by: BillT at January 4, 2010 05:04 AM

Never knew that Lady Godiva spoke in such a dulcet baritone note.

Posted by: Boquisucio at January 4, 2010 08:23 AM

Heh. Or in a Fronch accent with a heavy nasal tone, Haw, haw, haaawwww

Someday, each and every one of them...
...will either be consumed...
...or not consumed. How adorable they are!

Thank Heaven for little liquors...

*raises snifter while bowing head in general direction of mid-Atlantic*


Posted by: Honoré Lachaille at January 4, 2010 09:06 AM

You can run, but you can't hide...no doubt, they will get you in the end...unless you give them to unsuspecting {friends} people you come in contact with.

Posted by: Gunny Pink at January 4, 2010 10:20 AM

I should be most happy to take those awful things off your hands.

Posted by: Carol at January 4, 2010 01:31 PM

That's it! I'll feed them to Carol :p

Posted by: Cassandra at January 4, 2010 01:46 PM

Eet is me, ma petit jonquil. Come away weeth me and eet ze bonbons to your hearts content. Yes, no. Mai oui, yoo are a veeshion of l'amour....

Smile Cassie. We are with you all the way!!!

Posted by: Pepe LePew at January 4, 2010 07:37 PM

Actually, that wasn't Charles Boyer. It was me in my Jacques Chirac persona stalking you again. You really should have better home security, cherie.:)

Posted by: a former european at January 4, 2010 07:40 PM

Ah! But eet ees *Phrench* mon petit cabbage! :)

Posted by: Casserole at January 4, 2010 07:47 PM

It sounded more like Jacques Cousteau with his aqualung on.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at January 5, 2010 12:12 AM

But seriously speaking. Here at Boq's B.O.Q., we put Chocolate Liqueur to a good and expedient use.

Firstly, you put a flat of raspberries into a largish Tupperware container.
Secondly, you drown them in chockl't liqueur. Close container, and shake it so as to bathe them Red Goodies with Madame Godiva's Dark Elixir. Let macerate in refrigerator overnight.
Thirdly, serve in small bowls, and top with Whipped Cream or sweetened whipped Mascarpone Cheese.

Makes for an easy and yummy post prandial final course.

Posted by: Boquisucio at January 5, 2010 01:38 PM

I know. I know.

Every Christmas I buy a bunch of those for stocking gifts, or little somethings for my pals.

Unfortunately, I always seem to buy a few extras and I don't rest until they are consumed, one a night until sometime in January. February brings repentance, and relief. But, in 11 months it'll be Christmas again.

Hooray for Bailey's little gift packs, Godiva, etc. (*burp*)

Posted by: Sloan at January 6, 2010 10:16 PM

Well, when SWWBO and I went to the Commissary today, there they were, sitting near the checkout line, marked down (but still a buck a pop...).

So, we bought a case. They're in the mail.

Because, well, they were just sitting there, in the box, saying, "Armorer, buy ussss and send usss to Cassssandra, our Preciousssssssssss..."

Oddly enough, they sounded a lot more like Gollum to me.

Posted by: John "Pulls only one wing off the fly because I like to watch 'em fly in circles" Donovan at January 9, 2010 10:05 PM