Birthday Gifts

What's the best birthday gift ever? That's right: chocolate. And these are the chocolates I received for my birthday.

Chocolate from the Bald Man.

On a whim, I went in here the other day (read: I walked all the way down Boylston to see what kind of chocolate they had here). Most of it was pralines which I'm sure are epic but which I am slightly nervous about eating. But they had some chocolate thins, which come in these adorable packages.

I don't think there's any glue whatsoever on that box. Anyway, I bought milk chocolate and dark chocolate. I haven't opened the dark chocolate yet (what!) but the milk chocolate was, shall we say, amazeballs.

It's interesting how the way we taste chocolate is dependent on the form it takes (or is that just me?). I love chocolate thins, and I love these chocolate thins.

They've got a restaurant, too! Someday I'll make a reservation there and see how their desserts turn out (and their food, too, I guess). So, if you see a Max Brenner near you (Boston, Vegas, Philadelphia, New York City), head in there. Buy some pralines, and let me know how they taste. And then buy some thins and send them to me. Seriously. I'm too poor to buy them regularly.

This is what I had today:

Enough said.

Unfailing

On Monday, I got a text from one of my roommates telling me there was a surprise for me in the fridge. This is what I found:

Turns out, they were DINOSAURS!

(I'm not sure why it turned up sideways... fix later...)

Anyway, I actually went in there myself today, and bought a lavender truffle (which I might add was delicious) and a lemongrass with ginger.

And if you don't believe how delicious these chocolates are, maybe you'll believe this:

Go there: http://gailambrosius.com/

Chocolate Fail

Last night, I went to out to a diner with my roommates and saw this beautiful place across the street:














Unfortunately, they closed half an hour before we arrived.
Probably the saddest day ever.

"It's the most fantastic thing I've ever seen!"

http://youtu.be/rw_R9SS3kQ8

I'm just going to leave these here.

Payment

I've recently come into one of the best arrangements of my life.

My roommate has a dog. She also has a boyfriend, a job, and goes to school full time. For the past few months, she has been spending something like 4 nights a week at her boyfriends house; therefore, the responsibility of her dog (and her fish, for that matter) has fallen on me.

And I don't mind this. Whenever she's at work or school I let her dog out. I love her dog. Not to mention I'm always letting my own dog out anyway.
... but she felt she owed me payment. So one day, she came home with 2 Godiva chocolate bars.

And chocolate has since been my payment for caring for her dog and fish.
Granted, these aren't fancy, high end, expensive chocolates or anything, but then she's not a chocolate snob like myself. You know, Hershey's, Ghiradelli, Godiva...
Even so, who's going to turn down chocolate--especially for doing something they would have just done anyway?
Certainly not me.
Like I said, best arrangement. Ever.

Moonstruck Chocolatiers, Portland

Oh, man. I actually made it here on a whim. I was in Portland, visiting my friend Ann (and seeing the glory that is Powell's), and I asked her about paper stores, so she directed me to a street that I have forgotten the name of, and on the way down that street I noticed the word "chocolate" and told Ann we needed to go there. And how glad am I that we did?
(the answer is: super glad.)

First of all: they had sheep. They had sheep and cows and rabbits and ladybugs and ponies and pigs and cats and easter eggs, and also their regular but also completely delicious truffles/other chocolates.
But the SHEEP. They're adorable. And I wouldn't even have minded if they tasted terrible, because they were just too cute, with their loops of white chocolate and their little ears. But in addition to being adorable, the sheep I bought was so amazing, and I even saved it for a week or two because I was driving around Oregon and then flying home for a few days. I saved it in my car, which may have gotten a little toasty occasionally, and then in my refrigerator, which usually gets rather chilly. And my little sheep didn't even change shape at all. And when I finally decided that saving it would lead to saving it forever and that would be bad, I ate it. And it was amazing (yes, I've already said that).

CHOCOLATE SHEEP, YOU GUYS.
(photo by me.)

I bought two chocolates from here, and the first I ate the next day. I knew I was getting a sheep, but the other decision was a little harder. I mean, they have Bailey's truffles and champagne truffles and sea salt truffles and espresso caramel truffles and truffles that look like presents and truffles in the shape of ice cream cones. I finally decided on a Honey Vanilla Caramel Truffle, and I ate it as slowly as I could (which wasn't actually very slowly, because it was so tasty) the very next day. And then I wished I had a million dollars so I could try (read: buy) all the rest of them, and I could spend the rest of my life eating chocolate by day and eating/drinking things named after literary figures and books by night.

The other thing that I had here was a sample of one of their raspberry ladybug chocolates. Now, I'm not a huge fan of fruit-flavoured chocolate (I mean, I love strawberries and chocolate fondue, but that's a completely different story. I accidentally bought orange-flavoured chocolate in the shape of an orange from a store once and I couldn't even eat it because it didn't taste like real chocolate) but this raspberry chocolate ladybug was really, really good. And it was a nice shade of purple, which is always nice to have when eating strange-coloured food. The raspberry wasn't super overpowering, and everything was smooth, and it was just amazing. (I swear, if I lived in Portland I'd be so poor from all the books and chocolate that I would buy every day.)

And that, sweet readers, is the story of my chocolate adventure in Portland. It was a very good day.

Obligatory/Introductory First Post.

Hi. I'm Jane (a.k.a. Janey-Poo, a.k.a. SuperJane), and I like Chocolate.
That's Chocolate with a capital C. which means only good chocolate. None of that Hershey's crap (unless it's on graham crackers with some marshmallows).

My wifey Fee-Unit (a.k.a. Felicia, a.k.a. Fee, a.k.a. about a billion other things) will also be blogging with me. She likes Chocolate too. (I bet you didn't guess that.) Her chocolate addiction is a little stronger than mine.

Aaand that's pretty much all you need to know. We're just going to be talking about chocolate a lot, so if you don't like it, you can just leave. forever. because no one likes a chocolate-hater.


note: the URL is in two different languages: Swahili and Welsh. And it works, because we're just that awesome.