Chocoblog Strikes Again

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Late night chocolate? Binging? YOU BET.

On Sunday evening 6 of us did an informal tasting of the chocolates I brought back from Belgium. I've saved the wrappers and will recap the comments, but the Marcolini far outshone the rest. I'm (a little) glad that I can't find them in my area or I'd be in trouble. If you go to Brussels, I do recommend stopping by their store and stocking up on the single varietal bars in the sexy black packaging. I think they were something like $4 USD a bar, which was not bad at all for the quality.

Marcolini Truffles in the Window

While watching "Winter Passing" on DVD broke into a bar of Marcolini, which we brought back a few weeks ago from Brussels. My friends say it has gotten a bit precious, and the store certainly was. The chocolate was smooth and not sweet. I appreciate that!

While we were at the store we had some of their ice cream. It was delicious. Larry and I had the chocolate and Lucie had the salted caramel, if memory serves. She told us there was a local ice cream place that had better, but we did not manage to make it there before we left. Pity. One should have ice cream every day when it is hot.

I have been sitting at my desk nearly all day, working on writing projects. I am tired of writing. I am thinking

Newtree "Eternity" Chocolate

about this bar of chocolate, stashed in my nightstand. Mmmmm....

Chocolate really does make writing go better, but I promised to share this with my husband.

Must.

Wait.