what is it with the hoarding? surely not because my grandmother lived through the war? these boxes of cardboard and cardboard boxes, the magazines — you know those stories, the jams, the teas… right now it’s chocolate bars. i go up to the shops knowing that i cannot buy another bottle of jam or packet of tea or bar of chocolate, but despite my best intentions…
despite the valrhona bar (from my kind mother), the pack of haigh’s chocolate-covered marzipan (from my kind father), the scharfen-berger block (from my kind sister, and it’s really cooking chocolate, so it doesn’t count), the slab of italian chocolate nougat (from xmas(s) past… oh dear) all stashed away in a shoe box, i left the supermarket the other day with a lindt intense lemon bar: 47% cocoa with bits of lemon and almond slivers (and oh! apple pulp and pineapple), and then a day later, all giddy like a schoolgirl from being in the wonderland that is about life, i bought (raspberries-blueberries-half-a-pineapple-and) a grizzly bar.
the grizzly bar is one in the managerie of the endangered species chocolate company. the display at checkout was row upon row of chocolate bars with wildlife photographs on the labels: zebras, giraffes, koalas, snow leopards, marine iguanas… the kid started making monkey noises at the chimpanzee bar (72% dark chocolate), but because she is also partial to bears, i managed to get away with the grizzly (70% with raspberries).
you get more chocolate for less money compared to the dagoba roseberry bar and, bonus, it feels creamier on the tongue. later, sitting at the computer, i was going to have a square, and suddenly the entire top row was gone. the thing is, the squares on this bar aren’t even all that clearly delineated; there are suggestive mounds where you can break around if you are so inclined.
at the store, i turned the bar over to see where it was made: unsurprisingly, oregon. 10% of profits are donated to protect endangered species, and the inside of the label contains conservation tips such as:
“Don’t Feed the Bears
Bears that obtain human food, birdseed, pet food, or garbage quickly lose their natural fear of humans. This poses a risk for both human and bear safety. If you visit or live in bear country, learn ways to secure your food and trash.
Protect Our Planet…
It’s the Only One with Chocolate.”
speaking of bears… we have been watching a really good cartoon in the mornings: eddy and the bear. or at least, i have been watching while the kid does her rounds of the living room. nellie, i must insist that you click on the trailer link.
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If it involves chocolate, it’s not hoarding. There is no such thing (NO!) as too much chocolate. If you really must feel that way, I would be glad to help reduce your stash. Shall we start with the Lindt? I haven’t tried that one before…
we-ell. it might be too much chocolate if someone gives you a selection of cadbury mini bars at xmas, grumble grumble. but, yes, i agree: cadbury aside, there is never too much chocolate. i still think it’s hoarding, but in a good way, and this way there’s always some for a rainy day (rain forecast in sydney for the next three days, woohoo!)
It is possible to have too much milk chocolate, and it is possible to have too much candy. This is still the situation in my office after we’ve been whittling away at all the junk our vendors sent us in December.
But it is not possible to have too much good, dark chocolate. Why, a friend of a friend of mine apparently has pallets of the stuff. Of course, he is a professional chocolatier.
Hoarding chocolate shows that you are a brilliant home economist.
for me, it is even not possible to have too much good milk chocolate. i don’t sit around eating it as much, but it does makes its way into hot chocolates or melted between slices of brioche.
i know you! i liked your post about the girl that came to your tea party and cut the entire cake into slices. efficiency, feh.
No, but, see, anything you can do with milk chocolate would be better with dark chocolate.
Anything you can do with *anything* would be better with dark chocolate.
And yes, It still makes me cross to think of the way that gorgeous tart was butchered. The hussy!