Saturday, October 27, 2007
WINE no more , It’s chocolate time !!!!
“70% premium dark chocolate from Sao Tome” I read aloud holding the deep brown-purple color chocolate cover.
It was something I never had read before, “NO…not the words ‘premium dark chocolate’ but those figures preceding them”.
I realized it meant much more than just figures or the cacao content it had. Well, we’ll get to that a bit later….
First off, I shall inform you that I consider myself to be a self-professed connoisseur in tasting tea and coffee. Plus am one among those few people who prefer iced tea instead of coke with my Pizza. Not just, because of the calories it contains but for the distinct tangy taste it gives, which goes well with the smooth mozzarella. Ummm… yum…
Ahem!
If you are one among those observant lot; you might be wondering by now if I just made a mistake in writing 'cacao' instead of 'cocoa'. Well, if you think so then the answer is a big NO!!!
It’s all about cacao that I am going to write and that people are already crazy about.
For those of you who didn’t know- Cacao is a tree from which cocoa and chocolate are made. There are usually two ways of making chocolate. The traditional being from cacao beans; you can make cocoa, which is used in making chocolate. The contemporary method requires you to make chocolate directly from the cacao beans, also called the ‘single sourced chocolate’.
On further observation I inferred that the terms like sweet, semisweet and bittersweet have been replaced by numbers such as 34pc, 53pc or 70pc . The percentage signifying the quantity of ‘single sourced chocolate’.
This has sparked off a trend which shall blanket the world very soon, that is to taste “YOUR CHOCOLATE” like it did with wine and coffee.
But, chocolate is much more complex than tea or coffee. I believe it shall be more like learning the intricacies of fine Wine.
So next time you go hopping by to pick up a premium chocolate as a perfect present for someone, look out for those figures 74, 53 or 34. But, do remember whatever the percent it does not affect the quantity of your chocolate.
Till then…..i shall sit back and relish my ‘single sourced 70pc cacaoed chocolate from the high end South African fields’. :)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
After a rather unhappy incident,
(Don’t bother asking me
I will not talk of it yet).
I closed my eyes
and sat in remorse
Wondering if ever, is it possible…
For just anyone, to understand…
The Plethora of dreams I have,
The variety of emotions I deal with,
The importance of the incidents, that take place,
The abundance of things I want to do.
How can I be bound to
one thing and sit still
I have just given wings
to my imagination
I have just learned to fly
I have just learned to live
and I have many more things to
Dream and do before I die.
And when I complain of this
I hear him say to me,
“Babe! you sound perpetually drunk !!
go home and grab some sleep… for me…”
(Don’t bother asking me
I will not talk of it yet).
I closed my eyes
and sat in remorse
Wondering if ever, is it possible…
For just anyone, to understand…
The Plethora of dreams I have,
The variety of emotions I deal with,
The importance of the incidents, that take place,
The abundance of things I want to do.
How can I be bound to
one thing and sit still
I have just given wings
to my imagination
I have just learned to fly
I have just learned to live
and I have many more things to
Dream and do before I die.
And when I complain of this
I hear him say to me,
“Babe! you sound perpetually drunk !!
go home and grab some sleep… for me…”
White Lies...
There are times when my mom makes it mandatory for me, to attend those boring get- togethers. Where, I have to put on a plastic smile till the time all my muscles pain and talk to unknown people like I have known them for ages!!!
Actually, it’s not as bad as I make it sound. But, the whole point is that they are BORING and I hate to attend them.
On one such boring evening after all the formalities were done. I found myself a nice cozy place beside a lady all decked up in an ORANGE dress and people complimenting her.
That reminded of one of my best friends who takes all the pains to explain why she had liked the dress and where did she buy it from.
I realize how much I missed her, but that’s beside the point that I have to make.
This eminent lady was in some topnotch position in a Blah Blah company and a hardcore color therapist (meaning using color co-ordination in your daily activities).
She went on to explain, the color Orange signified ‘socialising’ and that being one of the prime reasons for her to wear it for the evening.
She went on and on and on…..from one color to another .From blues and blacks to fresh pinks and deep maroons, we had covered them all.
“It helps you remain calm and focused” her explanation on her wearing ONLY navy blues and black to office surprised me. Weird was she and her notions, I say.
Deep in my thoughts the naughty side of me wondered if I should ask her, “which do you think is the most appropriate color to be worn in bed?”
Smiling I suppressed my temptations, wondering if it would be apt to ask.
With nothing much to do, I got back to the discussion only to hear her say “White is best for sleep disorders”
“Aha! White” I chuckled….and walked away as if these talks were meaningless after knowing this ;)
I gave it another thought…for this once, I seemed to agree with her.
After all,
“White without the Light
Brings all the glitter to the Night”
Actually, it’s not as bad as I make it sound. But, the whole point is that they are BORING and I hate to attend them.
On one such boring evening after all the formalities were done. I found myself a nice cozy place beside a lady all decked up in an ORANGE dress and people complimenting her.
That reminded of one of my best friends who takes all the pains to explain why she had liked the dress and where did she buy it from.
I realize how much I missed her, but that’s beside the point that I have to make.
This eminent lady was in some topnotch position in a Blah Blah company and a hardcore color therapist (meaning using color co-ordination in your daily activities).
She went on to explain, the color Orange signified ‘socialising’ and that being one of the prime reasons for her to wear it for the evening.
She went on and on and on…..from one color to another .From blues and blacks to fresh pinks and deep maroons, we had covered them all.
“It helps you remain calm and focused” her explanation on her wearing ONLY navy blues and black to office surprised me. Weird was she and her notions, I say.
Deep in my thoughts the naughty side of me wondered if I should ask her, “which do you think is the most appropriate color to be worn in bed?”
Smiling I suppressed my temptations, wondering if it would be apt to ask.
With nothing much to do, I got back to the discussion only to hear her say “White is best for sleep disorders”
“Aha! White” I chuckled….and walked away as if these talks were meaningless after knowing this ;)
I gave it another thought…for this once, I seemed to agree with her.
After all,
“White without the Light
Brings all the glitter to the Night”
I was standing at the window sill, sipping coffee. Quietly looked at him from the corner of my eye. He stood there with a mischievous smile on his face. Trying to read his thoughts and wary of what would be next. I groaned “What?!” that’s when I noticed him wearing a thick gold chain.
The alphabet S, in gold, dangled from the chain.
I questioned him about what the ‘S’ stood for?
He slipped deep in thought as if contemplating something and looked at me. Breaking into a mischievous smile, he informed me that his cousin brother’s name begins with this letter. “Oh! Yeah”, I said laughing.
He winked, and sipped the last of his coffee. Wished me “Get well soon, baby!” and walked away.
Similarly, the other day my boss showed us his newly made engagement ring in lovely white and yellow gold engraved with the name of his fiancée.
These incidents left me wondering how we wear ornaments as symbols of love and exclusitivity of our possession and of our claims on the other’s body and their claim on ours.
The alphabet S, in gold, dangled from the chain.
I questioned him about what the ‘S’ stood for?
He slipped deep in thought as if contemplating something and looked at me. Breaking into a mischievous smile, he informed me that his cousin brother’s name begins with this letter. “Oh! Yeah”, I said laughing.
He winked, and sipped the last of his coffee. Wished me “Get well soon, baby!” and walked away.
Similarly, the other day my boss showed us his newly made engagement ring in lovely white and yellow gold engraved with the name of his fiancée.
These incidents left me wondering how we wear ornaments as symbols of love and exclusitivity of our possession and of our claims on the other’s body and their claim on ours.
I sat on the porch
Under the dim moonlit sky
Held out my hand
For him, to hold tight
And…Gazed at the stars …
Which twinkled bright.
He broke silence , like
A drop of water falling
With all it’s might.
“Babe! You are a real dahling
Thank you! For being there by my side
I shall never let you out of my sight
From now on this shall be my plight
For you have made my life forever so bright”
With these words said …
We sat still, held hands
This time again rather tight
And gazed at the stars
That twinkled bright…
Oh! What a heavenly sight
As I sat on the porch
Under the dim moonlight.
Under the dim moonlit sky
Held out my hand
For him, to hold tight
And…Gazed at the stars …
Which twinkled bright.
He broke silence , like
A drop of water falling
With all it’s might.
“Babe! You are a real dahling
Thank you! For being there by my side
I shall never let you out of my sight
From now on this shall be my plight
For you have made my life forever so bright”
With these words said …
We sat still, held hands
This time again rather tight
And gazed at the stars
That twinkled bright…
Oh! What a heavenly sight
As I sat on the porch
Under the dim moonlight.
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