In the cullinary excercise of the day
we are to explore how best to appreciate
the common currency of the world -
Chocolate.
Firstly, to really garner the true
expanse of flavour held within this
bark-toned substance, we must clear
our palette. A simple drink of water
will most likely suffice, drink it up.
I’d like to also mention the wisdom
found in refraining from other foods
before a tasting is to take place.
The bitter-sweet seasaw we are
traversing is a dainty one, i imagine
it not too disimmilarly to one we may
find in Pripyat, scarcely rocking with
not the whims of children, but that
of the solem wind. Although it’s muted
lacquered tones remain and it’s shapes
are intact, beneath it is riddled with rust.
Then it is clear we must approach our
palette with precise consideration,
no underestimation of the balance of
flavours will be tolerated.
Once paletable contemplation is adequately
attended to, we can proceed to the regulatory
measures involved in ensuring acceptable
temperature ranges with which to enjoy consumption.
Neither the sweat-inducing Amazon, nor
frosbite-encouraging arctic hold conditions
deemed satisfactory. I encourage a warming plate,
raise the brown blocks to a few notches below body temperature;
optimal temperature shall be reached later
somewhere between your cheek bones.
Ensure your attempts at warming do not
deform the substance too heavily, some
droop and slight viscousity alterations
are to be expected. Next, placement on the
tongue.
This is the point at which, i may struggle
to contain my excitement, as if you are anything
like me, butterflies have begun to emerge in
and about the region of your stomach, of course
not literally, yet a peculiar feeling it is.
Use a steady and subtle grip to embrace a block,
or two if you’re a bit of a fatty, and with
thoughts of tranquility let it rest on your taste buds.
Do not expect flavour to crash on you.
This treat is not a truck wildly out of control,
fixed on course, locked breaks, on ice.
It is a ballet dancer, slowly unfurling it’s
intricacies, indulge the melt, let it unfurl.
Now close your eyes, lean back in your favourite rocking chair,
i know you have one if you’re reading this, and
take 5-10 seconds as the block/s wobble and regress
into that most velvet of muddy liquids.
Then i command you to think of all the unsightly horrors and pain
found in this world and how awfully lucky you are
to not have to think about it in this moment,
as the chocolate in flux trickles down your throat
like blood.
Oh, wait.
m+w
12:00
1/1/10
