Oh dear – looks like high velocity spatter to me!
Do they have CSI in Paris? Chocolate scene investigator? Nice all-clad, btw. :)
You obviously don’t have a dog!! Mine wouldn’t have given you time to get your camera. What were you making?
I have a hunch it was Colonel Mustard.
Or maybe Jackson Pollock.
I love you David L. I would come over and lick your floor anytime.
Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with a blow torch.
Oh! How funny….I should have read the comments prior to mine, before writing…..Or not!
The floor’s clean, right? Right? :-)
So what was going on immediately prior to the pot’s demise? And where are the remains of the water bath, don’t tell me you were heating chocolate over a naked flame?
Fifteen-minute rule. It’s fine.
Oh my — look at the trajectory on that puppy. This is impressive.
The HORROR! I will never be the same again……just kidding, nevertheless that must have sucked.
But look at it this way, you’ve created an edible form of art!
That is awfully sad. Very sorry for your loss, Mr. L.
It may have been the dirty work of ‘Colonel Mustard’…
…but it was ‘Mr Propre’ (Mister Clean) that came to my rescue!
Having the presence of mind to go grab the camera (instead of breaking something, for instance) was quite impressive!
Ooh! What died? The chocolate mouse? Doesn’t seem like enough blood to be a human to me. ;)
OH The HuMANity! Oh and its just awful (sob) and the flames and… oh the chocolate falling to the ground… its terrible… terrible…
Oh the humanity!!!
Oh, I like this! What were you making???
It’s like The New Yorker caption contests. What caption would go best with this picture? Hmmm…
“Life is like a wall of chocolate…”
You guys finish the rest:)
“The Baker Did It!”…
Surely you did this on purpose…that way we could beg you to allow us to lick up your floor!
Who is first in line?
I have heard of Alcohol abuse, but never Chocolate abuse.
So does the 3 second rule still apply here?
Well, for a moment, I did consider the ’3 second rule’, but if you saw what’s lying on the streets and sidewalks here (like dog poopy galore, and lots of pee-pee), you’d be like me: once something hits the ground, it’s gone for good, as far as I’m concerned.
The best food stylist couldn’t get a spatter that perfect.
Damn. Even when you’re unlucky, you’re lucky.
did you really say “dog poopy galore”? Now that is funny!
Merde!(that is the extent of my French)