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I am *so* having an L moment here.[*] Last month, one of the librarians at my workplace ran a chocolate-tasting session because she apparently has a Sekrit Life as a chocolate expert of some ilk, where I discovered through the blind taste testing that the chocolate I usually get doesn't taste anywhere enar as good as some other (more expenseve, natch) ones. I'm finally in Central Market today buying gourmet salt[**] and I remember than the one I liked was sold here, so I get a box. It's Scharffen Berger semisweet, comes in a 9.7 oz box, sold in the baking section.
And now I'm at my desk, open it up and discover that it's in one solid piece, not a bunch of small pieces. And I'm too lazy to get up and try to find something to hack peices off of it with, not to mention my bad track record with hacking things up and remaining physically intact, so I decide not to worry about it. And a little while later realize that I'm gnawing on a brick of chocolate. Luckily my cat is the only creature around to see, and she's snoozing away on the couch next to the big warm lamp, waiting for me to go to bed so she can sleep on the office chair all night long.
I'm sure there was supposed to be a point in there somwhere.
[*] Er. It's a Death Note thing.
[**] Smoked salt. Honest. A friend of mine had some - it's really good, and a little goes a loooong way. Paired with pink peppercorns for a fruity pepper taste.
And now I'm at my desk, open it up and discover that it's in one solid piece, not a bunch of small pieces. And I'm too lazy to get up and try to find something to hack peices off of it with, not to mention my bad track record with hacking things up and remaining physically intact, so I decide not to worry about it. And a little while later realize that I'm gnawing on a brick of chocolate. Luckily my cat is the only creature around to see, and she's snoozing away on the couch next to the big warm lamp, waiting for me to go to bed so she can sleep on the office chair all night long.
I'm sure there was supposed to be a point in there somwhere.
[*] Er. It's a Death Note thing.
[**] Smoked salt. Honest. A friend of mine had some - it's really good, and a little goes a loooong way. Paired with pink peppercorns for a fruity pepper taste.