I have had a serious chocolate habit all my life. I love dark, dark bittersweet chocolate, the darker the better. My current favorite is Scharffenberger chocolate, and I keep a couple of small bars in my handbag at all times, and stashed in my desk. I can never resist a chocolate dessert, and sometimes I use the ‘zip’ that chocolate gives me, to work late at night. Well, tonight I went to the ultimate chocolate lovers’ reunion. The Chocolate Eaters Club in Paris. Wow!!!
They meet four times a year, and this was the third time I’ve been invited (someone squealed about how much I love chocolate), and it’s a serious ‘tasting’ event, like a wine tasting, only it’s alllllllll chocolate. There is bread and water on the table to clear your palate. The first time I went to one of their meetings, they served several kinds of chocolate. The second time I went, we tasted 5 kinds of mousse au chocolat. And I’m not a big fan of chocolate mousse, I like plain old bittersweet chocolate. And tonight, we tasted l6 kinds of chocolate from 5 different chocolate makers in Switzerland, and the members of the club took it VERY seriously. there were raspberry flavored chocolates, one with pistachios, one with passion fruit, and another with saffron (which was kind of an interesting taste. previously, I had tasted one with red peppers, which I didn’t like). And there we sat for an hour and a half, tasting different chocolates and discussing them, and after a while they all tasted the same to me, and I actually started to feel as though I was overdosing on chocolate. Can there be too much of a good thing? Well, maybe. But most of them were delicious, and even though I had promised myself to only have a tiny taste of each, I started nibbling more and more and more of what was sitting in front of me on my plate. It was kind of a funny event, instead of feeling like my chocolate was a guilty pleasure, I was expected to be serious and intelligent about it. Most of them were dark chocolate, which was all the more tempting for me.
When I finally left the club meeting, I felt as though I had eaten more chocolate than ever before in my life. I swore to myself I didn’t want to see chocolate again, at least for several days, and I sincerely believed that. And by now, about to write this blog, I just popped a chocolate from my fridge into my mouth. Hard to believe. Tomorrow is another day, and I’m sure there will be chocolate in it. But tonight was quite remarkable. I felt almost drunk on chocolate. It was quite an event!!! A chocolate lover’s dream……