Chocolate Baileys Fountain of Doom.

That’s right. DOOOOOOM.

I attended Donna’s housewarming party last night where, along with the usual wonderful spread that can be expected at one of Donna’s events, there was a chocolate fountain – courtesy of Trudi and Paul.
In itself the fountain was evil enough – well beyond the point at which I was aware I had consumed way too much chocolate I was still going back for more.
However, it became truly diabolical after Trudy and Donna attempted to thin the chocolate out a little with cream. As they found out, you can’t. The chocolate immediately “glooped up”, turning into a lumpy, sludgy mess and seizing the fountain. So Trudi did the only thing one can do in such situations, and added some Baileys. That seemed to help a little, particularly after spending some time mixing it through, but the chocolate was still a little thicker than the machine liked. So she added some more.
And some more.
And some more.
I think pretty much most of a large bottle of Baileys ended up in the chocolate before things were flowing as expected again. The result was something that you had to experience to truly appreciate. It was particularly amusing seeing the faces of those who had missed the cream and balieys adventures and coated their marshmallow, strawberry, or musk-stick very thoroughly in what they assumed was ordinary chocolate only to get quite a shock when they put it in their mouths.

It was certainly the first party I’ve ever attended where the chocolate was spiked.

The rest of the night was pretty good – at some point Flash Gordon was put on, which was probably inevitable, and after that Labyrinth followed, which was probably also inevitable.
During Labyrinth the Baileys Chocolate Of Doom reared its head again – Donna suggested hot chocolate using the leftover – she heated some cream, and mixed in the chocolate. That’s when just how much Baileys had been added became truly apparent – it was like drinking a hot Baileys and milk with a little chocolate added – but it was very very nice.

Anyway, it was a very enjoyable evening, though I suspect I may not be able to look a block of chocolate in the face for at least a month now.

Ok, maybe a week.

Or a day.

or…damnit, why don’t I have any chocolate in the house?

(for more Chocolate Baileys fun – here’s Gillian’s account of the evening.)