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dendritejungle) wrote2006-05-11 08:02 pm
dendritejungle) wrote2006-05-11 08:02 pm
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A treasure trove of chocolatey goodness...
Chocolatines, for those not fortunate enough to have experienced these divine pastries, are essentially croissants with chocolate inside. But let me be clear: there is a WORLD of difference between the sickeningly-sugary, insipid Toronto versions with sad wanna-be milk chocolate dribbled inside and the rich, flaky pastry from Montreal with a thick strip of dark chocolate running through its core that I miss SO DESPERATELY. Heat these things up in the oven until the chocolate melts and...well, let's just say after eating one (or two, or three), I find myself practically wanting a cigarette and a little lie-down.
Practically. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. As you may have gathered, the real thing is wretchedly hard to come by on this side of the Quebec border. So when I have friends coming in from Montreal, I usually ask them to bring me a dozen or so. More than that I couldn't really fit in my teeny condo freezer.
Practically. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Anyway. As you may have gathered, the real thing is wretchedly hard to come by on this side of the Quebec border. So when I have friends coming in from Montreal, I usually ask them to bring me a dozen or so. More than that I couldn't really fit in my teeny condo freezer.
Then I bought a chest freezer. The mere thought of how many chocolatines I could stash in this baby took my breath away. I would never lack for them again!
When I so informed Sex Geek who was coming into town for a conference, she kindly asked me how many dozen I would like. I checked my freezer, and to my chagrin realized I didn't actually have that much extra space: I'd basically filled the thing with healthy prepared foods since I'm too damn lazy to cook. (Did I say lazy? I meant too tired after work.)
So I emailed her back thanks, but I thought I could only really fit in about fifteen.
Can anyone else spot the failure in the communication here? Because it wasn't until she arrived and apologized for only bringing sixty-four chocolatines since she had BOUGHT OUT THE STORE that I realized she'd thought I meant fifteen DOZEN. I, on the other hand, had simply meant fifteen, period.
Sixty-four chocolatines. A box, and two very full bags. If I may paraphrase my dear friend Twistedhip: gentle readers, this day I had chocolatines coming out of my nostrils.
A surfeit of the best in pastry goodness this world has to offer, and I had nowhere to put them! I can tuck 'em away, dear readers, and my excesses in this regard have made friends blanch: I eat two or three at a time, for one or two meals a day. For days on end. Days.
(I know. If I were an atheist, I would use the fact that I'm only 115-120 lbs. as my prima facie evidence that there is no God - or justice in the world, for that matter. However, being more agnostic than anything else, and a firm believer in comeuppance, I am instead quietly convinced that I will someday end up with Type II diabetes.)
But this volume was beyond even my abilities. However, there was NO WAY I was going to let even one of these precious morsels go to waste, so I rolled up my sleeves and crammed, reorganized and ate my way through enough space in the freezer to store 'em. And then I ate a dozen over three days. And then I took another dozen to work. And then I brought some to knitting circle.
So it all worked out in the end. And in retrospect (and after the initial shock), it's actually been nice to have so many since I could finally share them with all the people to whom I'd blathered endlessly about them.
But now I only have a couple dozen left. And as the numbers dwindle, I'm becoming increasingly posessive and parsimonious. I feel like Smaug the dragon, guarding his gold. Or Gollum, with his precioussss...
The solution is clear. Obviously, next time, I have to do away with all that pesky "healthy" food in my freezer and create a bottomless chocolatine chest.... *drooooool*
When I so informed Sex Geek who was coming into town for a conference, she kindly asked me how many dozen I would like. I checked my freezer, and to my chagrin realized I didn't actually have that much extra space: I'd basically filled the thing with healthy prepared foods since I'm too damn lazy to cook. (Did I say lazy? I meant too tired after work.)
So I emailed her back thanks, but I thought I could only really fit in about fifteen.
Can anyone else spot the failure in the communication here? Because it wasn't until she arrived and apologized for only bringing sixty-four chocolatines since she had BOUGHT OUT THE STORE that I realized she'd thought I meant fifteen DOZEN. I, on the other hand, had simply meant fifteen, period.
Sixty-four chocolatines. A box, and two very full bags. If I may paraphrase my dear friend Twistedhip: gentle readers, this day I had chocolatines coming out of my nostrils.
A surfeit of the best in pastry goodness this world has to offer, and I had nowhere to put them! I can tuck 'em away, dear readers, and my excesses in this regard have made friends blanch: I eat two or three at a time, for one or two meals a day. For days on end. Days.
(I know. If I were an atheist, I would use the fact that I'm only 115-120 lbs. as my prima facie evidence that there is no God - or justice in the world, for that matter. However, being more agnostic than anything else, and a firm believer in comeuppance, I am instead quietly convinced that I will someday end up with Type II diabetes.)
But this volume was beyond even my abilities. However, there was NO WAY I was going to let even one of these precious morsels go to waste, so I rolled up my sleeves and crammed, reorganized and ate my way through enough space in the freezer to store 'em. And then I ate a dozen over three days. And then I took another dozen to work. And then I brought some to knitting circle.
So it all worked out in the end. And in retrospect (and after the initial shock), it's actually been nice to have so many since I could finally share them with all the people to whom I'd blathered endlessly about them.
But now I only have a couple dozen left. And as the numbers dwindle, I'm becoming increasingly posessive and parsimonious. I feel like Smaug the dragon, guarding his gold. Or Gollum, with his precioussss...
The solution is clear. Obviously, next time, I have to do away with all that pesky "healthy" food in my freezer and create a bottomless chocolatine chest.... *drooooool*
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