Update to the update to the update! I returned to my Parisian hospital this morning (yep, it’s mine – as I’ve spent several hours each day going/being there since my arrival in this city of dogs and music, I claim [grammatical] ownership rights), and had two nurses poke and prod and dab and talk at me in French for quite some time.
Consensus is that I do not have to return to them every morning (win!), that I must soak my toe in antiseptic liquid twice a day (tedious), and that unless it gets demonstrably worse, I might be able to continue with the rest of my trip before returning home in April to repeat last year’s surgery and go through this all again (fail), albeit hopefully with the whole “healing” aspect this time around (potential win).
In light of this, I’ve extended my stay in Paris from one week to two, and so will be immersing myself in Parisian life and doing the touristy expeditions at a far slower pace than others do. But you know what? I’m pretty happy about that. And am just going to lean over to knock on the wooden floor because I really don’t want to get up tomorrow and need the emergency surgery the nurses warned me about.
You know what such worries warrant? A nightcap…
Lir Baileys Original Truffle Bar
I should state, up front, that I haven’t tasted Baileys Irish Cream in a really long time. So I can’t really say with authority whether this encapsulates the true essence of Baileys or not. However, I can say that I’m not a big drinker and can’t stomach hard liquors, but I quite enjoyed this.
The chocolate’s light colour hints at its lightness of flavour, which starts out as a basic uncomplicated sweetness then moves to something akin to Cadbury’s Dairy Milk (sorry non-Australian readers. It’s the best I can do). The aroma is also very sweet, and puts me in mind of chocolate and something else that I can’t quite pin down, something from my childhood…
(No, it’s not the alcohol that reminds me of my childhood. Well, at least insofar as I know. My mother might have weaned me on whiskey… Maybe that’s why my toe refuses to heal?)
The Baileys is in the filling, and the textural property of said filling is rather interesting. It holds together as a solid, and yet as soon as you bite into it the filling just melts away. Moreover, it (to me) conveys that lovely Baileys coffee/chocolate/alcohol flavour without being overpowering, acidic, or too sweet.
Seriously, this filling is so ridiculously smooth that it makes me think of whipped cream, except delicious. (Am I the only person who thinks whipped cream is boring and tastes of nothing and is a waste of space on the plate? I’d rather just have more cheesecake than cheesecake with cream, thanks.)
As I’ve mentioned, this Baileys Original Truffle Bar is very sweet, but the honey, whiskey, coffee, caramel, and alcohol flavours prevent it from being cloying. It’s quite more-ish, even for a certified dark chocolate lover such as myself.
And for those of you interested in the alcohol content, I did take off all my clothes and sing “Strictly USA” from Take Me Out to the Ball Game while drawing red pandas on the kitchen wall after eating this entire block of chocolate. But you’d probably be safe if you only ate half, like a normal person.
P.S. Camille is just as fantabulous in person as she is on her blog. But more on that later.