I crack myself up sometimes. I really do. What am I going to do with 3 kilos of Vahlrona Caraïbe chocolate? I just can't stop giggling about this. What the heck am I going to do with 3 kilos of chocolate? And, why have I found myself in this enviable position, you asked? Why..stark raving madness, that's why.
It all started innocently enough, a usual Saturday morning call to my friend Chiraz to see when she would be at the farmer's market and if we should meet up for lunch. As it turned out, Chiraz, Markus, and a couple other friends were on their way to the Made in France warehouse sale. Made in France is a local importer of food items from - you guessed it - France. Their monthly warehouse sales are a favorite shopping destination for the local european expat community, which includes my dear friends, the Frenchie Chiraz and another German boy Markus - and that's Mar-koos to you and me.
So - yes, innocently enough - I let my friends take me there, only to find myself lost in blissful Nirvana in the chocolate isle. 5-kilo bars of couverture chocolate from Callebaut, massive boxes of various types of Valrhona chocolates, and Côte d'Or bars - to which anyone who spent any part of their childhood in Europe is undoubtedly addicted - all laid out as far as the eyes could see.
It was dizzying.
It was intoxicating.
It was pure madness.