Lessons Learned
August 31st 2011 Posted at Uncategorized
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Making chocolate in the summertime ranks right up there with driving a convertible in winter, eating sushi in Nebraska and wearing white after Labor Day. It’s just not done. For one thing, summertime gets hot, and tempering chocolate properly can prove to be more frustrating than doing needlepoint while driving. For another, once the chocolate’s done and set aside, it gets dangerous. If a single ray of sunshine hits it you may find yourself with butter-soft chocolate that only appears to be three dimensional. Once you pick it up, you will swear you’ve stumbled into the Harry Potter Zone, where nothing is as it seems and those gorgeous chocolates transform into a slithering mess of chocolate goo the moment you touch them. And finally, it’s too damn nice to stay in the kitchen and melt chocolate when you can buy a fudge sickle for a buck and suckle it on the beach while contemplating seaweed. Chocolate making, I’ve concluded, is like suicide; it makes more sense on a crappy day. And even then it’s crazy if you do it. Read More…





