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.