I was making caramel candies when the UPS truck drove up my steep driveway to drop off a package. I walked out on the porch to greet him and the following conversation took place:
Me: "Hi...thanks for braving the driveway. Would you like a piece of candy? I'm tempering chocolate."
UPS Guy: "You're tampering with chocolate?"
Me: "No! I'm tempering it."
UPS Guy: "Tampering?"
Me: "No! Tempe....I'm coating caramels with chocolate. Would you like one?"
UPS Guy: "Sure." (takes one and swallows it whole)
Me: "OH MY GOD! You're not diabetic, are you???"
This sudden panic arose because every doctor, walk-in clinic, or insurance person I've talked to here in NC has asked these questions first:
Do you--or have you ever--smoked?
Are you diabetic?
He wasn't so I managed not to kill off a UPS driver out of sheer stupidity.
Me: "Hi...thanks for braving the driveway. Would you like a piece of candy? I'm tempering chocolate."
UPS Guy: "You're tampering with chocolate?"
Me: "No! I'm tempering it."
UPS Guy: "Tampering?"
Me: "No! Tempe....I'm coating caramels with chocolate. Would you like one?"
UPS Guy: "Sure." (takes one and swallows it whole)
Me: "OH MY GOD! You're not diabetic, are you???"
This sudden panic arose because every doctor, walk-in clinic, or insurance person I've talked to here in NC has asked these questions first:
Do you--or have you ever--smoked?
Are you diabetic?
He wasn't so I managed not to kill off a UPS driver out of sheer stupidity.