pedrosanchez:

I have no idea what the people in the room above us are doing. I think they must weigh 500 pounds or maybe they’re moving their hotel room furniture or committing a very long drawn out homicide. There’s no way it’s sex. But it’s sooo fucking irritating. I think Beaune has been far louder than Paris. The birds here are crazy! They wake me up at the crack of dawn each morning. But the town here is very peaceful and it’s so easy to find something to satisfy my craving for butter or my sweet tooth.

We went to a wine tasting at a place that’s been running since the 1750s and has been in the family for 9 generations. We bought the first bottle we tasted which we both happened to like. It also happened to be of the least quality and it was the cheapest. The other three we tasted made me want to spit them up but I gave them an honest try. Definitely not a wine person, I suppose. Sorry Paul Giamatti.

This couple from New York we met at our chalet in Chamonix is going to take a chocolate tasting in Geneva! Whaaaaat!! I’ve always been a chocolate person. I love chocolate in all forms and about all price ranges and quality. Rum truffles and hot pepper chocolate and dark and above all I love Swiss chocolate. Fuck wine you know? Chocolate is so much better and so much more exhiliarating it’s not even funny. While I very much respect the complexity of wine and winemaking, fruit and chocolate are maybe the only things that will ever give me a religious experience as far as something I can eat or drink. Sometimes I get so in love with the carton of raspberries I’m eating that I could die right then and there and be perfectly fine with it. God but the butter here is actually sort of orgasm worthy, and I’d never been a big fan before. But the butter has this actual strong flavor that I can’t explain. And I’d never been in love with bread before coming here either, but god I could just spend all day chomping on a baguette.

And macaroons. Oh my goodness macaroons are the light of my life. Every morning I want to go to that pastry shop with the macaroons. I actually looked up macaroon shops for when I get to Chicago so I can eat more.

Wait—macaroons or macarons? Like, the coconut things or the awesome, colorful little sandwich-y things? Because if we’re talking about the latter, I can totally make those!

Actually, I’ve made them twice. Once, they were right; once, they were completely wrong. They’re bizarrely unpredictable, and I think something mysterious and magical has to happen for them to turn out right.

Cake pops!

Photo Booth, why can’t you be more flattering? My arm looks dead.

Filed under things that are delicious.

a-eliz:

faithandbegorrah:

lekdek:

do you know if a bar of melted dark chocolate will work the same as chocolate bark? We used all our chocolate chips up last night, and I don’t want to run to the store. I wouldn’t be able to make very many, but I’d be able to make a few…

No idea, but I want to say yes, it should harden fine.

Actually, I want to say GET IN MY MOUTH, but that’s a given.

It might be a little bitter, if it is maybe add a bit of sweet and condensed milk but if you do that make sure that it hardens before you dunk all your cakeballs in it! However, it should work just fine!

If you’re going to melt a dark chocolate bar, I would recommend melting a little gulf wax into it to stabilize it. I don’t know how big of a chocolate bar you’re talking about here, but I’d say a sugar cube-sized chunk of gulf wax per 3oz dark chocolate wouldn’t hurt.

It’ll stabilize things, it won’t mess with the flavor, and it’ll give it all a nice gloss when it sets.

I love this thing.

Have $1600? Want to buy me a mixer?

I’ll take this one.

m-shapes:

I wish you could’ve been here to try my pink champagne cupcakes with pink champagne (homemade) icing.

I’m starting to catch on to this whole baking thing.

That does sound pretty tasty!

m-shapes:

Aubrey: What do you think Micah?
Micah: Those are some stiff peaks!

Shackleton: Baking whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

I made chicken spiedini for dinner last night, which called for mincing a few cloves of garlic.

My fingers, after multiple hand-washings and a shower, still smell like garlic.