Friday, July 24, 2009

CHOCOLATE

 Chocolate bars seem to be getting thinner and smaller and I feel I’m not getting enough bang for my cocoa beans. Boxes of individual chocolates are not for me, what I like is an extended orgy with a big, fat slab of pure, chocolatey chocolate. The bigger the better. As a matter of fact, huge chunks of chocolate hewn out of enormous chocolate icebergs are more my style. Cliffs of chocolate, the ones you can practically climb up the side of with crampons and ice-picks and leave teeth marks on. The only problem is the big rocks of chocolate that you can find at Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods, are not chocolately enough. They’re too sweet and milky and they don’t have enough cocoa butter and darkness. 
     The more expensive stuff, like Lindt, even though the bar is thin and heavily cardboarded, has superior cocoa content and a glossy smoothness that slakes a chocolate craving better than the sugary, milkier stuff.  Just one thin square of Lindt can be folded in half with the tongue so it fits into the palate, the thick cocoa butter melting ve-e-ry slowly, lingering and releasing heady flavour before slipping down the throat leaving a tasty trail.
     Chocolate truffles are also a wonderful thing. Real truffles, that is, not those over-sized, shiny smooth things with icing. A real truffle is designed for a taste and texture experience. First, the wild and lusty fragrance punches you in the nose, then, as the truffle hits your tongue, the dry cocoa powder on the outside makes your whole mouth shrink around it as it soaks up your saliva, then it releases the rich, cocoa flavour and, just when you think you’ll keel over with delight, the smooth, silkiness of the ganache bursts out and knocks your socks off, filling your mouth with deliciousness and driving you crazy with satisfaction. 

There’s a chocolatier in Paris who makes lovely chocolate confections in the shape of shoes, naked rugby players and sausages. Solid chocolate sausages. Now, that’s what I’m talking about! And I realise that this is the point when I should stop talking about tongues and mouth and satisfaction, but what the hell, a chocolate sausage is sometimes better than sex.
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NOTE TO LINDT and SPRüNGLI - I would be delighted to do some taste  testing for you on any new products you may be developing.
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French Chocolate Cake on Foodista

2 comments:

SarahSiddons said...

Can heartily recommend Hüssel chocolate (outlets in Austria & Germany). They have thin chunks of 'pick & mix' chocolate of various types/flavours. My own favourite is dark with chilli or peppercorn. Only a little is satisfactory. They also have the more traditional types as well as lots of sweets. One conclusion: a woman tired of chocolate is a woman tired of life (or sex). Thanks for your thought provoking blog xx

Nora Lumiere said...

I look forward to getting my hands on some peppercorn Hüssel chocolate, it sounds terrific.
If chocolate were a person, it could rule the world, easily!