Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The von Schokolats left this morning, leaving me and the Sugar Baby to crash from the week-long sugar high. When we weren't eating candy, we were making it, doing crafts with it or talking about it. This was a cool project: we made books out of candy boxes.
(By the way, Alexandra bought me that box of Junior Mints Pastels. Whoa, mama, talk about artificial color! Those babies were a nasty bright blue and yellow.)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
The contents of the Soho box are:
Sea Salt Caramel
Madagascar Vanilla Brulee
(I haven't tried these yet, so I'll report back.)
In a strikingly similar vein, the Urban Chocolates are:
Pistachio Nougatine (very tasty nougat, although I didn't taste pistachio; seemed more like orange to me)
Espresso Truffle (decent, rich chocolate)
Key Lime (white chocolate with a soft bright green center that tasted like a lime Life Saver)
Sea Salt Soft Caramel (good, but not exceptional)
Grapefruit Ganache (very tasty, similar to a Creamsicle kind of taste)
60% Cacao Dark from Ghana (what can I say? It was dark chocolate)
Funny that I haven't seen this groovy chocolates anywhere, but the Baroness found them in the rural outskirts of von Schokolat territory. I'm sure these were crafted as a way to appeal to a younger clientele, as Russell Stover and Whitman's generally appeals to an older crowd. I wonder how successful they'll be though. It seems like they're marketing to a verrrry small demographic: people who want fancy chocolate but don't want to buy boutique chocolates. Well, they tasted good so perhaps they'll be all the rage with the 20-something hipsters.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thankfully, it wasn't something from my excitable preteen imagination. It was a snack cake. Remember Chocodiles? They're like Twinkies, only they're covered in chocolate and are sold in singles, as opposed to the double pack of Twinkies. The mascot was a crocodile in a pimp hat with a big feather. I loved them. The best part was, they were only 25 cents, so if you had a buck, you could get a Chocodile AND a candy bar. So where have they gone? Apparently you can still get them on the West coast! But sadly, not around here.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
"What did you do with the 75 pound bunny?" people would ask.
"It gets melted down at the factory," was the reply we were told to give. Somehow, though, I always suspected that the same bunny came out of hibernation every year.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Anyhow, here's the transcript:
(Remember, Valentine's Day is all about the love ...)
"... the love of chocolate!
Little sprinkly things!
Bring on the nougat!
I love you, Valentine's candy!
I love you candy!"
It's quite funny, actually, and it kept the Sugar Baby mezmerized for quite a long time. The best part, however, is how he signed it. First, "From your Secret Admirer," and then, because I never would've guessed it was from him despite the return address and the stamp featuring a photo of the Sugar Baby, he gave the mystery away: "aka, The Baron."
Donuts (chocolate frosted, cinnamon cruellers, powdered)
Turkey sandwich on good bread with Russian dressing, lettuce and tomato
And of course...
100 Grand Bar
chocolate chip cookies
Here's what I'm going to eat: the dregs of the Sugar Baby's grilled cheese and the pineapple that he picks out of his fruit cup
When I wrote about the popovers, the Ice Cube Queen wrote back saying that yes, we did make popovers. We made them with the LaVallas, our neighbors, and stuck fortunes in them. I have no memory of that, but her mention of the LaVallas spurred a flashback to this important moment in Candy Yum Yum history. Here we go:
I am little. Maybe four, five, six? Next door to us live the LaVallas: Fran, Big Frank, Frankie, Sharon and Louise (Weezie). Sharon and Betsy are best friends. Weezie, although much older, is very fun and likes to play with me. Frankie and my brothers like to play football and light the swamp on fire. Fran makes a kick-ass pasta fagioli that I can't stop eating. Big Frank screams a lot. They are a quintessential presence in my young life. And then the news: they are moving to Florida to open a Carvel. I'm devastated, although I like the idea of going to visit them for ice cream.
I decide I need to get Sharon a going away present. (Why Sharon? I don't know. Perhaps it was the empathy I was feeling for Betsy.) I somehow craft a little bag out of fabric and I declare that I'm going to fill it with candy that I buy at 7-11. I empty out my piggy bank and get my sisters to take me to the store.
Now, they say smell is one of our strongest memory triggers. Verily, I say onto thee, there is no more powerful smell in my memory than the aroma of 7-11. It's impossible to describe, of course, but it's a thick, syrupy scent of fake butter, sugar and ice. I love that smell in its complete uniqueness.
I went to the candy aisle where they had a nice assortment of penny candy in wire baskets. Was it really a penny then? I think it was. I composed a nice mix of root beer barrels, Bazooka, mini Reese's and fireballs and paid for it with my hard-earned pennies.
When we exited the 7-11, the Ice Cube Queen said to me, "I bet you're going to eat all that candy yourself."
Pop! Something happened. I was being doubted and challenged. A bet you say? I'll wager a Mary Jane that I don't eat the candy.
The fact of the matter was that I think I probably would've eaten the candy had the gauntlet not been laid down, but there it was. So I trotted home and stuffed the candy into the little bag and the next morning, handed it over to Sharon as they loaded up the car. It was perhaps the biggest sacrifice I have ever made. And I'm better for it.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I just wanted to remind Candy Yum Yum CFO and CEO that I think little Gretel von Schokolat brought a chocolate/bread combination back from the 2007 Old World tour and the creative artisans at Candy Yum Yum took a good idea and made a great one by Americanizing it to become a hot grilled chocolate sandwich at the Connecticut branch.
Your avid fan still believes chocolate and bread can work.
Ah, how right he is! The Baron speaks the truth. And speaking of which, the von Schokolats will be arriving next week for the first-ever Winter Candy Camp. I have two very exciting words: Chocolate Fountain. And plans for a new, exciting Candy Yum Yum creation. Stay tuned!
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Night three. Cut truffle. Whiff. Coconut. Yum! Take a bite. Coffee?! Coconut coffee. Hey, a pretty good combination. Much better than strawberry Nyquil.
So what, pray tell, did night four have to offer? There was a pinkish swirl on top, so I was figuring it was a fruity flavor. Slice, whiff. Cherry. Bite. Bubblegum. Cherry bubblegum. I made the mistake of saying this to Mr. Goodbar who was in the process of ruminating on the other half. "You just ruined this for me," he said.
So now I'd love to know what the deal is. Were these the true flavors of the truffles? Or could this "sinus infection" (the diagnosis I was given from the "doctor" at the walk-in medical place who makes Dr. Hibbert from the Simpsons look like a neurosurgeon) wreaked havoc with my taste buds? And do they make a roast beef/blueberry pie truffle?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
"Fashionistas and media moguls were buzzing about the presence of DOVE Chocolate at the Verrier show last night at Bryant Park. The backstage area was transformed into a DOVE chocolate oasis and the models could not stop indulging while getting primped out for the runway."
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Do the kind folks at Dove really expect us to believe that, as the models are getting ready to walk down the runway wearing nothing more than a piece of Scotch tape, some fishing wire and a live monkey, they're "indulging" in chocolate? That after starving themselves for weeks, subsisting on nothing but watercress and cardboard, they suddenly let loose moments before they step out into the spotlight and chow down on some chocolate?! I'm shocked. But if this is true, then suddenly I have some new-found respect for fashion models. Perhaps there's hope after all.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
You know who I love? My readers! I got an e-mail this morning that just has me just a wee bit perplexed. The reader writes "Can you put up more pictures of candies please?"
Why yes, of course I can. But this has me wondering ... certainly it's not because she loves my photography because, yes, I know it looks like a drunk Mr. Magoo took the pictures. Is it because she hated my coffee beans and popover posts? Hmmm. Well dear reader, here you go, a picture that I borrowed from Google. Enjoy!
Friday, February 01, 2008
Hello, YUMMY! Usually I don't like chocolate and cheesecake mixed together. I find that the chocolate overpowers the cheese, which is a delightful enough taste in itself. But these are darned tasty. Good thing I didn't get the bag, because I'd surely eat the whole thing.
I haven't been to evil Walmart in a while, so I don't know what their Valentine selection is like, but Target's was pretty good. They had a nice variety of bulk candy, hearts, and molded chocolates. They had a plastic champagne bottle filled with Champagne Hershey Kisses, which I'd love to try, but I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that they'll be around for the after Valentine's Day sale.
And just as a side note: it's ValentiNe's Day, not ValentiMe's. Ooooh, that's like nails on a chalk board when I hear people say that.