I’m assuming that many of you have noticed this already, but a lot of food blogs outside Australia are currently posting about traditional New Year’s Day dishes which symbolise prosperity, wealth, good luck, and/or happiness for the coming year.
This worries me.
After all, I don’t know of any such symbolic foods in Australian culture. At the very least, my family have never partooken (I know that’s not a word; I just really like the way it sounds) in black-eyed peas, collards, unbroken long noodles, fish, or any of the other myriad comestibles which apparently create awesomeness for the year ahead.
Does this mean I’m doomed to an upcoming year of misery? I very much hope not. Just to be on the safe side, however, I’ve decided to imbue the following chocolate with symbolic happy-happy-future-happy-happy meaning.
Here’s my reasoning: this chocolate looks like animal droppings.
Consequently, this chocolate represents my “dropping” negative self-talk, anxiety, and unwarranted sadness in 2011. Hurrah for Wayfaring Chocolate Symbolism! After all, life is what you make it, right?
TCHO Dark Chocolate Mango Morsels
On this blog, I’ve reviewed and, for the most part, really enjoyed TCHO’s four different single origin dark chocolates. As a result, I opened this little bag of dark chocolate “drenched” mango pieces with a fair degree of optimism, and also made sure to save a fair amount of them for my mango-loving mother to try.
The aroma of this chocolate was uncomplicated, yet had a strong fruity tang threading through its cocoa notes. I’d be lying if I said the aroma was definitively mango-like, but it was certainly fruity.
Unfortunately, the lack of mango in this chocolate’s aroma translated into a lack of mango flavour, as these TCHO Mango Morsels tasted of naught but very tangy, almost sour dark chocolate. The chocolate was too strong in harsh red berry notes for my liking, as I prefer an earthier, more “chocolate-y” flavour spectrum to frolic around on my tongue*. Someone who goes for sour plum notes in their chocolate would likely enjoy these far more than I.
Sadly, there were no clear sweet, round, tropical mango flavours to temper the fruity acidity of the chocolate, although very occasionally I caught a hint of dried mango after the chocolate had melted away. Such hints came only about once every six “morsels”, though.
My mother can also corroborate this review, as when she first tried one of the Mango Morsels she simply stared at me for a full ten seconds, suspicion in her eyes.
I think that, because she couldn’t taste any mango, my mother was at that moment considering the possibility that I’d tricked her with the word “mango” into eating chocolate-covered arsenic.
But don’t worry, Mum. I’m not that desperate to inherit your collection of teacups and jewellery.
* I did indeed just write “frolic around on my tongue”. You could blame the alcamahol I imbibed today at an engagement party, but those who know me well would argue that such turns of phrase have nothing to do with drunkenness.