Wading in to the chocolate morass
posted by coyote
As Zoom has noted, these are the dog days of blogging. Oh, hey: I'm a dog. A dog about to risk life and limb by weighing in on the Great Chocolate Controversy.
Our Audrey is a singularity, a force of nature, an iconoclast who sashays to the beat of an entirely different drummer. It's why we of the Irregulars love her. So, while we may not agree with her contention that milk chocolate is the preferred option for romance, we respect it utterly. Ummm, possibly while eating dark chocolate.
Still, it got me thinking. Chocolate, when not served up as an adjunct to love, has - more than occasionally - been mentioned as an outright substitute. Is one better than the other? Obviously, the ESIs needed to research the great milk/dark divide further. Exotic locales are always good for research scams fact-finding missions, and if chocolate be the food of love and Paris la grande ville de l'amour, where better to investigate that love/gestalt/thingy...? Surely, they'd have things to say about it. After all, they speak a romance language...
I counted up my paltry collection of air mile points and found them (greatly) wanting, but it turned out, coincidentally, that the Amazon and 7th Heathen were going anyway. Hmmm. Not the junket I was hoping for, but at least it'd get quick results. Wringing grants outta the Canada Council can take eons, and the Amazon is admirably efficient and goal-oriented.
In the spirit of scientific inquiry and at great personal risk, the dauntless duo agreed to go to Maxim's (yes, that Maxim's...) They returned with the biscuit tin in the photo: "36 fine lace crêpes dipped in dark and milk chocolates". *
Yay! I clawed it open feverishly, alert for clues. Damn! With fine impartiality, and an eye to the tourist trade, those crafty Parisiennes had packed in 18 milk chocolate and 18 dark chocolate crêpes, individually wrapped. But wait! The dark chocolate ones were arrayed at the top of the tin. What can it all mean, Audrey...?
* I suspect I may owe a goodly number of these to Woodsy. Payback for scarfing the dark chocolate stash in her purse during a, ummm, legitimate emergency...
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9 comments:
Hmmmm...quite the conundrum: chocolate vs. um...the physical...
Difficult to say for me at this point. All I will say is that I have extremely excellent access to one and a severe lack of the other.
I will weigh in on the milk/dark argument though, firmly on the side of dark. Except in the case of Cadbury's Dairy Milk.
Yay! You're alive! I thought I was the last blogger standing (and frankly, I've been leaning a little lately...)
Dark, without a doubt. But not the darkest. 85% is too dark. I place myself squarely in the 70-75% range.
Other Coyote: Ooh, Cadbury's. Cadbury's Fingers are a mystical experience. Especially in case lots...
Zoom: Well, depending on the day, sometimes a guy needs an extra hit of darkness - but in general I suspect you're representative...
Wonder what other people think...?
Cadbury's Dairy Milk is my favorite chocolate, too! Toblerone is my next favorite.
I think the Parisiennes of Maxim's packed the dark chocolate wafers on top so that people would eat them quickly and then eat the milk chocolate wafers at a more leisurely pace. Sometimes it is good to eat chocolate very slowly. I have actually been saving some of my chocolate so that I can share it with my boyfriend. I've never done that before!
Saving chocolate for a boy?!? Audrey, this must be a serious crush!
What I like depends on my mood... as long as it is REAL chocolate. Don't offer me any of that those waxy candy bars. Today's choice is Camino fair trade - Mint - 67% Cocoa - Dark Chocolate
I agree with Woodsy in that I'll only eat real chocolate. And I agree with Zoom on the 75% range of dark. And I think chocolate is better than love in some ways because it only really gets messy on a very hot day.
Xup: On the other hand, some people think messy is better. For both chocolate and love.
Coyote: You've demonstrated with your chocolate metaphor that there is no one answer to "what do they want?"
Everyone: Would you suspect that a fellow who gives you a mixed assortment of chocolate is demonstrating that he doesn't know what you want?
If he gave you all one kind, would you think it means he is confident even if it wasn't your favourite?
4th: I am not picky when chocolate is gifted to me. I'll take it all (but gently discourage white chocolate for the future).
If a fellow who knew me even a bit gave me a mixed assortment of chocolates, I would know that he gets that I am open to new experiences...
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