Friday, in a fit of despair over my missing chocolate, I headed down to Jungle Jim's for the first Chocolate Safari of the year (which is to be the subject of a separate post) and came home with some interesting new treats to fill the hole in my chocolate supply. I was still feeling pretty good Friday night so I proceeded to tear into some the remaining boxes (over 50 boxes to tear through - *groan*) that had yet to be explored in the post-move environment and, shock of shocks, there was still no sign of the missing chocolate. I didn't leave it in the apartment when I left. I didn't leave it in the car either - I had the seats down and there was no place for it to hide. That left one possible hiding place and it was the one I feared the most: The Garage. When I wasn't supposed to be lifting boxes (I probably shouldn't still, but rarely do exactly what I should) I had placed a number of the final boxes to leave the apartment in the garage. With temperatures that had been up into the high eighties in the time since placing them there I had little hope for the survival of my chocolate. Of course it was in the first box I opened. And, strangely enough, there was no sign of melting or leakage at all. I rushed the chocolate into the kitchen and carefully popped open a piece of Domori. There was no bloom! No melting or deformation either! The chocolate had survived! I don't know if all the chocolate fared as well as the Domori did, but so far it looks like the chocolate in the garage (which seems to be relatively cool compared to the outside temperature) fared better than the chocolate I brought back from Cinci (there were minor casualties on the car ride home). I've gotta say, that was a pleasant surprise.