Thoughts to Pass the Time

1. You know you’re a good traveller when someone asks you for directions mere hours after you’ve arrived in a new city, and you can answer them correctly.

(You know you’re me when those directions are to a grocery store.)

2. Make sure you check that the freezer compartment in your hotel room’s microfridge is working properly before you buy a pint of ice cream, otherwise you’ll end up eating ice cream soup for dessert. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, but still. You might want to check anyway.

Purely Decadent Non-Dairy Ice Cream

Non-Dairy Ice Cream Goodness

3. Watching multiple Broadway/musical/dance productions within the space of three weeks is likely to affect one’s sense of reality. I seem to have decided that it is normal to start singing quite loudly as I walk around in public.

I’m hoping the people near me at such times think “charming ingenue” rather than “oddball tourist”. It’s a distant hope, but it’s hope.

So Delicious Minis

And Ice Cream Sandwiches

4. I’m still in shock about the number of people who don’t wash their hands after using hostel bathrooms. I blame them all, collectively, for my current state of being slightly under-the-weather.

On the plus side, being away from said hostel and instead residing in a Charleston hotel means I can plan for tomorrow to consist entirely of me, a large bed, cable tv, iPod, and convalescing. It could be worse. Particularly as I also have Cold Comfort Farm, a Janet Evanovich novel, and Bleak House to keep me company.

Purely Decadent; Organic Rice Divine

What's this? More?

5. Last but not least, Happy New Year in 7 hours time to my Southern Hemisphere readers! Be good, all of you.

Blue Mountain Cashew Creamery

This one's for you, Emma.

Candy Misses: 365 Everyday Value Chocolate with Coconut and Crispy Cat Toasted Almond

As many of you may have gleaned already, I have been nibbling away at rather vast quantities of rather a lot of different chocolates. More often than not, I have been delighted by deliciousness, richness, interestingness and, as a corollary, happiness. Yet even such a dedicated chocolate taster as yours truly cannot escape the occasional moments of disappointment, the majority of which occur when an hypothesised-as-delectable treat is found to be, well, not delectable. The following two items comprise such let-downs, although this is not to say that the chocolates described would not appeal to another’s tastes.

365 Everyday Value Organic Swiss Dark Chocolate Bar with Coconut Flakes

Whole Foods 365 Everyday Value Organic Swiss Dark Chocolate with Coconut Flakes

Golden Rough in Organic Form?

Whole Foods’ own-brand “365 Everyday Value Organic Swiss Dark Chocolate Bar with Coconut Flakes” has led me to question whether there may be an inverse relationship between the wordiness of a chocolate’s name and its quality. My unenthused response to this bar may, however, have more to do with personal taste than the chocolate maker’s skill. Coconut is by far not a favourite flavour of mine, so combining it with an incredibly sweet 54% chocolate is unlikely to constitute a win in my book. It tastes exactly like a Golden Rough, so if you like sweetness, milkiness (honestly, I found it hard to believe this was dark chocolate), and the flavour of toasted coconut, you’ll be likely to enjoy this. (And I hope you do – this was one case where I really wished I had a traveling companion to share my chocolate stash with.)

Crispy Cat Toasted Almond

Crispy Cat Toasted Almond

Crispy Cat Toasted Almond

I picked up this vegan ”first organic candy bar!”, made by Crispy Cat, with a fair measure of excitement. Sadly, as above, I found it far too sweet for my tastes. Comprised of toasted brown rice crisps, a few fragments of almonds which I could barely taste, and three types of sugar (tapioca syrup, agave syrup, and brown rice syrup), all covered in a thin layer of dark chocolate that had no discernable cocoa flavour, this tasted like little more than a super-sweet muesli bar to me. A really big super-sweet muesli bar.

Crispy Cat Toasted Almond

Still, if what I was hankering for was a cloyingly sweet muesli bar rather than delicious delicious dark chocolate, I’m sure this would fit the bill perfectly. It would also work as a great energy-booster for all the vegans out there. So sweet-toothed vegans – have at it!

Diary of a Laundry Kerfuffle

4:15pm: Return to room in hostel after a day wandering around DC.

4:20pm: Eat chocolate over a few chapters of Cold Comfort Farm.

4:40pm: Decide to do washing now, so that it will be finished by 6pm and you can pack before dinner.

4:45pm: Arrive at hostel front desk with $5 note in hand to get change for the washing machine. Get stuck behind a confused conversation occuring between a guest talking in Euros and a worker talking in dollars.

5:00pm: Finally get change.

5:03pm: Arrive in basement laundry room, see that there are hardly any products in the detergent dispenser.

5:04pm: Buy detergent. Realise it isn’t detergent. It’s bleach. Realise the only thing in the machine is bleach. Have other girl in laundry room offer to buy detergent from the machine and share it with you. Point out to her that there is no detergent.

5:06pm: Walk up with other girl to front desk.

5:10pm: Get told by front desk worker that they don’t sell detergent. (Um… okay.) Get told there’s a pharmacy a few blocks away that does. Confuse worker with the bleach in your hand. He doesn’t understand why there is bleach in the dispenser (neither do I).

5:11pm: Accept worker’s offer to refund you for the bleach. Doesn’t solve detergent problem, which is a problem, because of what you’re wearing and the freezing weather outside (see photo below).

5:12pm: Offer to guard the washing machines and the other girl’s clothes while she goes to buy detergent.

5:15pm: Back in laundry room.

5:17pm: Bored.

5:25pm: Call parents in Australia. Chat for 20 minutes.

5:45pm: Start to wonder where other girl is. The CVS pharmacy is only two blocks away.

5:47: An Australian couple arrive in laundry room, put their clothes in a machine, and go to the detergent dispenser. You point out the hostel doesn’t sell detergent.

5:48pm: Let’s hear it for griping!

5:50pm: Male Australian says he’ll run to grocery store for detergent.

5:51pm: Nice chat with girl from Cairns.

5:55pm: Still wondering where other girl is.

6:00pm: Aussie man returns. They offer you the detergent. Use it, with grateful thanks.

6:05pm: Unsure what to do about other girl and her clothes.

6:07pm: Reassured by Australians that no one is going to steal someone’s unwashed clothes. Guiltily leave laundry room.

6:30: Return to put clothes in dryer. Other girl’s clothes gone, all washing machines in action. Hope you haven’t built up a debt of negative karma. Remember how you helped a Chinese girl not miss her tour yesterday when she thought it left at 5:50pm and it actually left at 5:15pm (you pointed this out to her at 5:20pm). Hope this balances things out.

11:30pm: Pack.

And now, for your viewing pleasure… what all the cool kids wear whilst trying to wash as many clothes as possible before embarking on a week-long-hotel-with-no-laundry-stay:

Please excuse shoddy composition. Oh, the depths one falls to whilst traveling alone...

Savannah Happenings That Made Me Smile

  • People getting off a non-smoking train with cigarettes already in their mouths. Must not waste precious smoking seconds. PRECIOUS SMOKING SECONDS.
  • Being approached in Savannah’s Holiday Inn Express dining room by an older lady (really, what else did you expect by this point?) wanting to know what I was reading during breakfast, as I was “so engrossed and seemed to be enjoying myself immensely”. Having a follow-up conversation about books with said lady.
  • As a corollary to this, having free plentiful buffet breakfasts at the hotel whilst reading Cold Comfort Farm, and being unable to repress giggles at the line “There’ll be no butter in hell!”

Plus scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, gravy, oatmeal, grits, yogurt, muffins, bagels, english muffins, toast, coffee, and condiments.

  • Watching a young-ish breakfast worker at the hotel stir nine packets of sugar into her coffee.
  • Hearing orchestra members at the theatre talk about putting something on Facebook then seeing them duck out quickly to, presumably, do so.
  • Having one of those giggling fits, where neither person can stop laughing, with a complete stranger. I went to the hotel’s front desk one day and saw just the top of the receptionist’s head poking over the top. I waited for several minutes, presuming she was reading something, but then realised she was just… resting her head. At about this point she realised I was there, and while for about three seconds we tried to conduct our business as per usual, we both ending up giggling for quite some time. You know what? I think it was one of those ‘had to be there’ moments.

Holiday Inn Express lobby

  • Being offered a free bottle of water by another receptionist when I was checking out, even before he knew I had a 12-hour Amtrak ahead of me.
  • Having one more Savannah post to go, despite having almost finished my ensuing week in Washington, DC…

Rose made of plant material given to me by a homeless man in Forsyth Park.

Valrhona 2008 Vintage Chocolates

Vintage chocolate is a fairly new concept, but derives from the same basic premise accepted by wine makers and drinkers: that not only do different harvests of raw materials (grapes for wine, or cacao beans for chocolate) create end products with contrasting taste profiles but, in some cases, these products get better with age. With its three types of Estate Grown chocolate bars, Valrhona is attempting to encourage people and retailers to purchase, store, taste, and compare chocolates of different origins and harvests at various levels of maturity.

The problem with vintage chocolate as a new concept, however, is that it’s a mighty big ask for chocolate lovers to store chocolate nearby without gobbling it up (have you ever tried to keep something you enjoy eating or drinking in your house without succumbing to its charms? I rest my case), and retailers don’t seem to be able to keep older vintages in stock without people buying them the year they come out.

Perhaps Valrhona should keep certain quantities of its chocolates locked away for several years before releasing it for sale? I think vintage chocolate is an interesting idea, but all I’ve been able to do so far is find each variety (Palmira, Apamakia, and Gran Couva) in the 2008 vintage, and not from different years and harvests. Nevertheless, I undertook comparing this one vintage year with a certain element of excitement and gusto. (I also ate a pound of baby zucchini afterwards which, probably unsurprisingly, didn’t really make my stomach feel much better.)

Palmira 2008

Valrhona Palmira 2008

Valrhona Palmira 2008

The three Estate Grown chocolates are all 64%, yet the differences in their levels of sweetness and flavour profiles is significant. The Palmira, made from cacao from Venezuela, has an incredibly strong honey flavour tempered with notes of cherry, almond, and the occasional burst of tanginess that reminds me of yogurt and orange sherbert (though without the fizz). Towards the end, the nut and honey notes call to mind toblerone bars. What with the dominance of honey, this is a very sweet bar, and while it has a rich melt, there is also a slight powderiness to the texture.

Gran Couva 2008

Valrhona Gran Couva 2008

Valrhona Gran Couva 2008

The Gran Couva is made from cacao from Trinidad, and is by far my favourite of the three. The aroma is of nuts, honey, and cream, and the initial taste is toffee – the home-made kind found in pattycake cases that used to be ubiquitous at primary school fetes, back when we were allowed to have sweets at school. In other words, Gran Couva has a very light sweetness, for while I commonly detect brown sugar and molasses notes in dark chocolate, this is one of the rare cases where I think of caster sugar. It is also, in fact, the first time that fairy floss has appeared in my tasting notes. It’s not particularly woodsy or earthy but it isn’t fruity either, which I’m pleased about. The flavour is like white bread with honey, sugared almonds, and a perfectly ripe pear. It’s a chocolate with a delicate and floral sweetness, and has nothing too assertive or domineering to turn anyone away.

Apamakia 2008

Valrhona Apamakia 2008

Valrhona Apamakia 2008

The Apamakia, from Madagascar, is a little too subtle in flavour for my tastes. The first note in the aroma is butter, followed by vague sweetness. Lighter in colour and complexity than the other two, the Apamakia is also the fruitiest, and has a distinct citrus tanginess that grows stronger with each nibble. Interestingly, by the end the citrus notes have morphed into lemon curd, and the butter from the aroma has become melted butter in the taste. For those who enjoy citrus, raspberry, and tangy flavours in their chocolate, this is for you. For my part, I’ll be sticking with the Gran Couva.