When I clicked on “Register a Blog” several months ago, I knowingly created (as do all bloggers) a space on the Internet for my thoughts. What I didn’t realise was that this act of clicking would lead to another act of creation, one less tangible in nature than, yet just as integral to, the blog.
It seems that a part of my mind has seceded from the rest and devoted itself entirely to sifting through the events of each day in order to narrate them back to me as a possible blog post.
[The Mr Bottom post, for those who are interested, can be found here.]
Most of the time, the blog voice is great. I don’t mind its presence, and the process of “writing the world anew” has helped me find humour in unpleasant situations (treks to Parisian hospitals, laundry kerfuffles, and disappointing chocolates, for example).
Sometimes, though, I wish I could turn the voice off. Not because I don’t like the suggestions, but precisely because I do… and because I know I can’t publish them.
Already, there have been stories from my travels that I couldn’t post (those of you able to foist more than one glass of wine upon me might like to ask about Fish-Boy). Then yesterday happened, and I found myself pushing through dispiritedness by imagining how I could put a positive blog-spin on the situation.
Yet because these writings of mine are public, I have to bite my tongue. Suffice to say, if anyone wants a list of things to check before saying yes to a house-sitting gig, send me an email. I’ll gladly ensure you don’t end up in an, erm, interesting place for over a month.
But readers, we (my blog-voice and I) shall endure. I’ve already got myself past my melodrama and am quite accepting of my abode. I mean, I have clean drinking water, a ready supply of chocolate, and credit on my phone. As long as I’ve got those things, I’m surely walkin’ on sunshine.
What was that sound we all just heard? A segue? I think you’re right.
Endangered Species Dark Chocolate 72% with Cranberries and Almonds
Firstly, this one is for Lauren, who likes bits and pieces in her chocolate.
Secondly, (question time!) I’d love to hear what story comes to mind when you think of wolves. Perhaps Little Red Riding Hood, or The Boy Who Cried Wolf, or another such wolf-motif tale I’m drawing a blank on? Personally, I can never think of wolves without thinking of Laura Ingalls Wilder, from the wolves in Little House on the Prairie who circle Laura’s cabin while Jack keeps watch to the wolf den that Laura and Carrie chance upon in By the Shores of Silver Lake.
But enough about wolves. Let’s talk chocolate.
As I’ve come to expect from Endangered Species’ dark chocolate, this 72% with cranberries and almonds has a strong aroma of sweet coconut. Although the aroma also puts forth hints of red berry, the coconut is what carries through in the taste. The chocolate itself is sweet without being cloying and, at the same time, punchy without being bitter.
The taste reminded me immediately of Yum Yum Balls (no snickering, Amber) which, in my household at least, were childhood snacks made from a mixture of crushed weetbix, coconut, sweetened condensed milk, and cocoa (if memory serves me correctly).
In terms of the “bits and pieces”, the cranberries and almonds appear as tiny and not-altogether-prevalent chunks. The cranberry pieces, sadly, contribute little more than vague sweetness to the bar, yet on the upside the almonds offer a notably roasted and buttery flavour.
This isn’t a rock-your-socks chocolate, but is perfect for when you’re in a less-than-stellar mood and just want something sweet and pleasant and easy to eat. (When you’ve just discovered that the vacuum-cleaner and oven don’t work, for example.) The add-ins aren’t striking, flavourwise, but they do build upon the chocolate’s sweet notes of maple syrup and coconut.
If only they could also build the Internet and a mosquito net for my current place of residence.