The Return of Chocolate

The Return of Chocolate

It’s been a week, right?

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And I feel that you have sufficiently demonstrated, really, that it is ALL MY FAULT that we talk so much about chocolate on this blog. Although…Sébastien did note…in that SNICKER…that even without chocolate “ça parle de la bouffe sur ton blog” which means, basically, even without chocolate, all we ever do is talk about food. Yes, this means you, too!

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Still, you did good in the comments, proving chocolate wasn’t your only interest, and we still haven’t even gotten to the roof tiles yet! So now…I shall have to Blame Me. You know that is not my forte, blaming myself. Still I shall assume.

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Speaking of food and France, a quick mention of Ratatouille. I LOVED this film. So did Sébastien, to those who emailed and asked. It is FANTASTIC. Paris Breakfasts blogged about it today, and I could not put it better, so see her post for more enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, to make up for a week off, today we visit the windows of Chocolat with a capital C, the world of the Royalty of Parisian Chocolatiers, the world where one chocolatier can say of another, “I love his flennel-flavored ganache, but his dark chocolate ganache flavored with grapes flambé in rum is just a little too dated.”

I am not making this up!!

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Who am I quoting? Patrick Roger, labeled “one of the rising stars du cacao ultracréatif“. [May I just mention, in an aside, that I love the way the French talk about their food? Du cacao ultracréatif. That’s beautiful, it really is. In its way.]

Good luck navigating his website, but it is gorgeous, so it’s fun to get lost in it. Here’s a tip: whenever one of those vertical strips appear in the chocolate passing by on his website, click on it to find more chocolate.

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All of these pictures are from Patrick Roger’s windows on the Boulevard St. Germain, in May during the French elections. I believe the reindeer on one side of the door are just to be cute. What I love: if I have properly understood what he’s doing here, they are giant, solid chocolate sculptures of cacao beans that have been put together to make a reindeer.

On the other side is the really fun stuff: these chocolate “cacao beans” have been cut in half and caricatures of the presidential candidates painted on them.

I love it. Only in France. Politics and High Chocolate.

Or High Chocolate and giant 30-kilo reindeer crunching on daisies, for that matter. It’s not every day you see that kind of thing…

I WANT ONE OF THOSE REINDEER IN MY KITCHEN RIGHT NOW.

7 Comments
  • Yeah to chocolate’s triumphant return! And I am overcome with giddiness at the thought of such chocolates as these existing in the world. They take my usual non-stop stream of words away, and that’s just looking at them! I shudder to think of their effects on tasting… I wonder what would happen if we tried to mix chocolate and politics here in the US…I’m frightened to think of it. More people need to realize that chocolate IS life, all in one little glorious “cacao bean,” and the world would be a much happier place:)

    July 5, 2007 at 8:54 am
  • I love those reindeer. LOVE them.

    July 5, 2007 at 10:09 am
  • I want that reindeer!!! I think the chocolate mouth filled with daisies (my absolute FAV flower, really, had a whole wedding filled with them) did it for me. I wonder, does he do other animals with mouths filled with daisies? And how would that ship? And how long could I really sit that on my counter before it went bad or the cat killed herself gorging on it in the middle of the night (who could blame her, really?). Awesome. Do people eat those? They are just works of art to me.

    We tried to see Ratatouille, but the little one insisted on Shrek the Third. But she did say that we could see the other one next time, so I’m just waiting for a day off to take her.

    July 5, 2007 at 10:20 am
  • Oh, and it was established long ago that all I talk about is food. It’s in my genes. At every meal my family talks about what we’ll be eating at our next meal or what we’ll be cooking for our next gathering, even if that gathering is six months away. Seriously, as stuffed as we are after Thanksgiving? Planning Christmas lunch. While we prepare the fruit salad. Oh, now I’m hungry. And we’re almost out of chocolate!

    July 5, 2007 at 10:23 am
  • Yes, grapes flambe (in rum) is SO yesterday.

    If only a single one of our presidential candidates’ faces would turn up on giant discs of chocolate…he’d have my vote!

    Je suis tres anxiouse to see Ratatooey. My english is taking it’s toll on ma francaise.

    July 5, 2007 at 10:33 am
  • P.S. If you DID have this reindeer sitting on your counter, which part would you eat first? I think I would nibble at the back, a little up from the base, like a beaver on a tree. I KNOW I would not be able to leave it untouched indefinitely. I have previous experience with beautiful bunnies at Easter. I know myself.

    Michelle, it must be the French ancestry in your culture (in your blood, too?). Because Sébastien has a nerve to snicker. Food dominates at least 60% of the conversations in France, maybe more. You can put 4 complete strangers at a table and have a lively conversation by the time they finish perusing the menus, because food is such a rich subject. Much safer than politics and much more fun than the weather, our staple.

    July 5, 2007 at 11:05 am
  • I knew it was PATRICK ROGER the moment I saw the distinctive turquoise boxes.
    But some of his ideas are just too over the top for even moi.
    I’m definitely not keen on those painted politico portraits..
    Oh my..
    Still a gotta think promotion I suppose..

    July 7, 2007 at 12:55 pm

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