Chocolate Destruction!
I have...destructive...tendancies. My brothers and I would build then, more importantly, destroy Lego cities; I have a weird unconscious habit of tearing apart my dinner napkins and shredding paper in my hands; and I have the same fascination with knives, axes, fire, and small- to mid- range explosives as do many boys.
Given all this, the thought of a food the preparation of which entails a little physical violence inspires in me no small amount of glee.
Faced with this prospect, I may have overdone the chocolate orange.
I have, for years, seen Ferrara Chocolate Oranges in stores and chocolate shops, yet never have I tried one. So when my parents threw one into my Christmas stocking, I was delighted. Here was chocolate that didn't just benefit from, but straight-up required, the application of directed force.
Yet when the time came, and I slammed it once -- twice -- three times -- four times into surfaces of increasing hardness (wood to granite) -- the orange, wrapped in its foil, barely seemed to feel it.
Then I opened it -- I'd shattered half into tiny slivers and chunks, and maybe half had split into the desired wedges. Good enough!
experiences, odd, sweet, teaching moments
Reader Comments (1)
what knd of fodo blag onle talks abot fodo yu BY in the STORS???? reel fodies acshully MAKE ther own fod and eets it not bys it at the storr i don undrestnd wtf wth this blag
also choclate yu didn nnot mke yurself this s not intresing to yur redrs how ar we sposed to mke a choclate orang at or own kichens??
this blag suck "hungy sam"