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"That's not pistachio crème - it's mold!"
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Okay, I take it back, it does say "due to the delicate nature of the Taleggio cheese in the Rooster truffle, this collection must be stored in the refrigerator and consumed within one week" in light purple two point Italic type on the side of the box. Gosh, how did I miss that?
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Oh man! The inside of my Vosges "Rooster" chocolate (taleggio cheese, walnuts, vanilla beans) was MOLDY! This is what happens when you use overly fresh products! IT DIDN'T SAY REFRIGERATE! and it hasn't been two weeks either which is the "eat by" date!

AARGH! BLEAH!

And for the record it tasted like blue cheese until I spit it out.

Oh there's the note saying this needs to be eaten in ONE week and kept refigerated. No good keeping that information inside the box, really.
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I think I am going to give myself a little treat today and have a Dr. Pepper.

The way life and work and moving have been going, I have been feeling like I am needing to reward myself rather a lot to keep my morale up. A Dr. Pepper would be just perfect.

This will of course be in addition to occasionally dipping into the huge piles of chocolate near my desk. I'm mostly handing them out to other people; there is a lot of feeling overwhelmed going on around here and I am willing to do what I can to help.
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Last night, as the evening ended, after the birthday cake came out, Josela pulled out not one but two boxes of Vosges Haut Chocolat.

Two boxes, I tell you, including the Zion Collection, which is not about the Matrix (oh well) but rather the flavors of Jamaica.

These were not just for dessert ... no, they were for me. We all had one but then he left the boxes behind. The other one is the Gaudi collection, simply the cutest little chocolates ever.

Yum yum yum.

Um ... now I want one. Anyway, back to the grind ...
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Majani "Fiat Noir" chocolate - because it's been that kind of a day.
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I did a special order from Hotel Chocolat this month - the "exuberantly fruity" collection. I normally limit myself to two chocolates a day (when they're available), but I just now polished off three in about ten minutes: a "Baltic truffle" ("an intense base layer of red currant ganache topped with creamy, white chocolate ganache, finished with a sprinkling of fruity sugar" for that extra crunch), a "peach and raspberry truffle" ("a milk chocolate shell filled with light cream ganache blende with 100% natural peach and raspberry juice"), and a "blackcurrant bombe" ("creamy black currant ganache wih a white chcolate shell, rolled in black currant powder for an incredibly tangy result" - to DIE for!)

OH Jesus I'm going to have another. Now.
webcowgirl: (Morning cuppa)
"I'm not about pride. I'm about results."

(I've been giving out a lot of chocolate today to frustrated people - and I told people that want to make me and my team happy that I'm ready to receive NICE chocolate, like mine, when it's time to pay the piper.)
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It was like "Breakfast on Pluto," but, you know, if the movie had been interesting.

Tonight I went and saw a play called Venus as a Boy.

Doubtlessly some of you have read the book. I had not. I saw the ad on the Soho Theater's website, which said "An explosive and haunting story about the miraculous power of sex," and me, well, I'm interested in sex-positive theater. Inside it's further described thus: "With just one touch or kiss, he can reveal a glimpse of heaven in all its resplendent glory. Some call him Cupid. Or Venus as a Boy."

Another quote (from the play) goes, "My reward is the understanding that, for those I’ve touched, knowledge of me is knowledge of the divine."

And, well, I really liked this play. At first I thought it was a fairy tale about a person who gives people visions of heaven, then, well, it was a bit of a nightmare, and then it could have been a very stupidly "In search of Twoo Wuv" tale, but instead it was kind of, to me, about ... how sex can really bring out the higher side of people, how, rather than being something to be rejected as sinful, it is a way of getting closer to the divine. And the lead character, well, maybe he was "just a whore," but I really bought him as a sort of Christ figure, helping people who had no joy to have a brief time when they thought that they might at least find joy in the afterlife as they'd glimpsed a tiny bit of delight on earth.

I also thought that the character was a positive portrayal of a bisexual, and the complications in people's sexuality and sexual identity and how labels never really get it right or have much to say about who the person really is who's wearing that tag. Yeah, sure, it was tragic, but sometimes life goes wrong, and really happy stories can be so boring, don't you agree?

Afterwards I turned to [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy and said, "Well, for a total crap shoot, that was a winner, don't you think?" And he agreed. It's especially amazing because it was a one man show (with guitarist, actually the author of the book), and I usually HATE them because a lot of people can't hold the stage for an hour, but this guy did. Go, Tam Dean Burn. And go you, oh my flisters. THe show is only 10 quid through the end of this week and runs through September 22nd; you won't want to say you missed it. I mean, we even liked the lighting, and the costuming made me think I should dress like Greed for Halloween (see icon above). How much more can I say?

To make my night perfect, I came home and discovered the Hotel Chocolat people had inadvertently sent me two free introductory boxes. God, life is good.

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