The estimable Eatchicago and his bride, the lovely Petit Pois, invited a number of people over for a chocolate tasting last weekend, featuring whatever chocolates each of us had found around town. I had planned that night to attend a dinner of baked chicken and steamed vegetables in honor of Walter "Tubby" Eddemeyer, past president of the Anodized Flange Manufacturers Association, but decided that gorging myself on chocolate was, on the whole, preferable. Here, in a scene straight out of Scarface, Eatchicago and associates prepare the chocolate for tasting:
Chocolate tasting was tougher than many of us anticipated. The issue was the percentage of cocoa-- the more cocoa and the less sugar, the more bitter the chocolate. That's great up to a point but beyond that point, it's like eating burnt rubber. Bizarrely, makers seem to be engaged in a kind of arms race to display higher and higher numbers even when the results are inedible-- as inedible as the raw cocoa nibs which Scharffen Berger sells, for some unfathomable reason:
Some chocolates were as sugary and eager to please as a waterfront floozy, others as bitter as a three-time divorcee, but either way one had to try to taste past the initial flavor and get a sense of the actual chocolate character. Blanxart is a Spanish chocolate sold at Sur La Table (and brought by me), tasted surprisingly milky for a dark chocolate. Caillebaut is a Belgian maker with a shop in Glenview, admirably well-rounded flavor like you expect from Belgian chocolate.
New Tree Pleasure/Indulgence/Extase was, like its name, weird and off-putting:
This Michel Cluizel chocolate seemed to be everyone's choice for the one with the most complexity and interest-- the comparison with wine on the labeling was not far-fetched. The one next to it with cocoa nibs (eclats de feves) was icky, though.
As was the 85% Lindt-- too dang high a percentage of cocoa. The Wedel, on the other hand, was almost too eager to please-- Vital Info brought several Eastern European chocolates and I instantly recognized this as one of them from its likable, but slightly thin and oversweet, flavor.
I also brought this Tanzanian chocolate, one of a whole line of fair tradeish coffees on sale at Whole Foods. A little harsh and one-dimensional. Somebody also brought a whole stash of vintage candies. I brought home an
Idaho Spud for the kids. It's potato-free, thankfully, but just as bizarrely, it's filled with coffee-flavored marshmallow.
There was far more chocolate than we could taste in one night, and we were encouraged to take some with us. I snagged one of the Cluizel bars... and it slid out of my coat pocket in Cathy2's car. I hope she enjoyed it.
Thanks, Michael and Cookie, for a great idea and a fun event.