Eeeeachhh! Dark Chocolate?
Milk Chocolate is for eating.
Dark chocolate is for baking. Or for throwing away.
Sad to say... somewhere along the line I completely lost my taste for chocolate.
I don't actively dislike the stuff. It's just that it became no more interesting to eat than a slice of white bread, or a rice cake.
Just not worth the bother.
However... building stuff out of chocolate... that's fun.
Over the last few years a few friends and I have gotten together to try to build a Jaques Torres type chocolate centerpiece for a local school charity do. We're 0 for 4. 2 were just lame. And 2 fell apart in transit.
We'll never dance with the big boys... but there are few things as entertaining as a bunch of construction workers in their 40s and 50s, getting together with a couple of vats of melted chocolate, and a few cases of beer.
Last year I actually recreated the Top Hat Torres designed for his Vegas piece. But sadly, the rest of the Vegas tableau was hit by an earthquake enroute to the back of the pick-up truck.
(Nope, the judges didn't buy the earthquake story either.)
Milk Chocolate is for eating.
Dark chocolate is for baking. Or for throwing away.
Sad to say... somewhere along the line I completely lost my taste for chocolate.
I don't actively dislike the stuff. It's just that it became no more interesting to eat than a slice of white bread, or a rice cake.
Just not worth the bother.
However... building stuff out of chocolate... that's fun.
Over the last few years a few friends and I have gotten together to try to build a Jaques Torres type chocolate centerpiece for a local school charity do. We're 0 for 4. 2 were just lame. And 2 fell apart in transit.
We'll never dance with the big boys... but there are few things as entertaining as a bunch of construction workers in their 40s and 50s, getting together with a couple of vats of melted chocolate, and a few cases of beer.
Last year I actually recreated the Top Hat Torres designed for his Vegas piece. But sadly, the rest of the Vegas tableau was hit by an earthquake enroute to the back of the pick-up truck.
(Nope, the judges didn't buy the earthquake story either.)