I’m eating so many wonderful (sweet) things here in California that I can’t see how I’ll ever write them all up. Particularly when I’m still plowing through reviews, restaurants, and recipes from my time in Toronto.
Maybe today’s chocolates don’t need to be written about. But, then again, I don’t necessarily want to only post about hard-to-find, expensive, artisanal, and/or fancypants treats, because heaven knows that neither money nor chocolate grows on trees. (Well, cacao pods do…)
Aaaaaand I just managed to drip pistachio gelato down my top. That may’ve been the universe telling me to stop complaining about having a surfeit of treats. Message received, universe. Message received.
Starbucks Caramel Brûlé Chocolate Bites
Secondly, Starbucks spelled “natural” incorrectly. Unless “natrual flavours” are something new and exciting in the chocolate world?
Fourthly, the chocolate coating melted easily and the caramel inside was chewy, but initially completely lacked flavour.
Fifthly, no, I really mean that; I spent the first few seconds of every bite wondering why I could taste nothing despite knowing something was in my mouth.
Seventhly, these were disappointing and I wouldn’t buy them again. Actually, I wouldn’t even eat them again if offered for free. Life is too short to waste on chocolate that tastes predominantly of nothing.
The crackly sugar coating gave way to a thin layer of milk chocolate, together tasting like M&M’s. Yes, saying that is redundant, but what can I do? M&M’s have a particular taste, and thus M&M’s have a particular taste.
Beneath the chocolate lurked firm little nuggets of crunchy salty pretzel, thereby creating a fun salty-sweet-sugary-chocolatey-malty-toasty taste.
I hope peanut-butter-pretzel M&M’s are brought into existence next.
Cadbury Crispy Crunch
I’ve been craving Chick-O-Sticks like a fiend for months now.
Butterfingers are like Chick-O-Sticks covered in mockolate.
Cadbury Crispy Crunch(es) seem to be a Canadian version of Butterfingers.
Ergo I had to buy this candy bar.
It broke crisply, firmly, with the same peanut brittle-esque layers as inside a Butterfinger bar but less flaky, more solid.
Each bite was a tasty wallop of salt, caramel/burnt caramel, honeycomb, salted roasted peanuts, peanut butter, peanut brittle, nondescript unimportant milky chocolate, toffee sweetness, again salt, again roasted peanuts, again peanut brittle.
I want a Chick-O-Stick even more now.