When it comes to chocolate, there are two types of people: those who like dark chocolate, and those who like milk chocolate. In my house, we are evenly divided. My mom and my brother like milk chocolate. My dad and I like dark chocolate. Or so my dad claims; he’s never had really dark chocolate. So I set about educating him on the matter. (He turned down my offer to spend an exorbitant amount of money on raw 100% cacao nibs. Probably because I warned him that they’re incredibly, incredibly bitter.)
Anyway, last week I gave him a bar of 72% chocolate. Not terribly dark, but it was the best I could do, because all the others I’ve found with a reliable kosher symbol are also marked dairy. (Yes, I know. Ironic.) He enthused that “this is real chocolate!” But I kept searching… and then, this morning, I found this in Whole Foods.
I knew it wouldn’t become a regular purchase, regardless of how awesome it might turn out to be, because I’m really not interested in getting into the habit of spending that kind of money on chocolate.
Anyway, I am not a chocoholic by any means, but for some reason, chocolate screams FORBIDDEN!! at me, I guess because it’s generally viewed as a culinary “luxury.” But… I did want to know how it tasted!! So I tried a small piece.
Oh, my gosh. I am in love. (And for the record: I ate a bigger piece than that. I don’t photograph everything that goes into my mouth.)
And this is next. (I think 99% is meant to be used for baking, not eating straight out of the package. But if I don’t tell that to my dad, he won’t know. )
Are a “dark chocolate” person or a “milk chocolate” person?
Random interlude for a colorless salad…
I bought a box of mushrooms before Rosh Hashana, but never wound up using them for their intended purpose. Since they weren’t in the greatest shape to begin with, I had to use them up right away. Good thing I believe that there’s no such thing as too many mushrooms! A) Why am I telling you this? You don’t care. B) Since when am I turned off raw mushrooms?
Then I threw a temper tantrum this afternoon.
Okay, I didn’t really. But I wanted to. Because who wants to sit in class and stare out the window at this??
Trees! Sunshine! Why am I stuck inside?! And I am telling you, I am allergic to that building. It doesn’t matter what I do before, during, or after classes, I always end the day with a pounding headache. I was, therefore, not in the most chipper of moods when I got home tonight. But packages always make things better, and there were three of them waiting for me! Including one from the very talented Jessica; which contained, in part, these fantastic paintings.
Aren’t they amazing?! Thank you, Jessica!
I was actually going to verbally vomit, but I think my brain has been replaced by a sack of overcooked noodles, so forming coherent sentences is a bit beyond me at the moment. (Especially since “Today was a ‘fat’ day” does not, in my view, qualify as a coherent sentence.) Tomorrow is another day… and the pool is still closed, I believe, so I will have spare time. Yay. Not. Oh, and my nutritionist had a baby!
Because it’s been a while… I bought these in Antigua. That’s what I do, apparently — buy earrings everywhere I go.
Most of the time, though, they’re made in China.
Have a happy Tuesday.
“Confidence comes not from always being right but from not fearing to be wrong.”
~Peter T. McIntyre