Whew! So far today I have caught up a bit on work, had a good workout at the gym, and put E down a nap. Now the house is blissfully quiet. The rest of the schedule for today includes 1) showering 2) going to Costco and the grocery store 3) cleaning up the house (a friend I haven't seen since college is coming over for dinner tomorrow night and lastly 4) making sure that all of my woodworking supplies (and plans!) are ready for class tonight.
I'm not a huge chocoholic but this last week had been very chocolate-centric. When N and I went grabbed a bit to eat at Caputo's Deli during the Sundance Film Festival I noticed that offer cooking and tasting classes. On Monday night my sister Jan and I went to their Focused Tasting: Intro to Fine Chocolates class. I know it's pretty lame, but I'm a total sucker for snobby foodie type things. I love the idea of being expert at something. If I wasn't LDS I would probably be a super annoying tea/coffee/wine snob. But since those are off the table, hello chocolate!
The class was very educational. The teacher is the son of the store's owner and a few years back he set out on a quest to educate himself about the world of fine chocolate so he could be a more informed buyer for the store. He's a self-proclaimed chocolate snob and while at times the snobbery was a tiny bit off-putting he definitely knew what he was talking about.
It was fun to learn the "proper" way of tasting chocolate (which is apparently not scarfing down Christmas Hershey's kisses after finding them in the pantry in March. Ahem.) This is the tasting protocol that professionals use. (Chocolate should be at room temperature.)
So we smelled and tasted 6 or 7 fine chocolates and discussed the different flavorings of each. They were all dark chocolates but there were huge differences in flavors. The flavor really depends on what type of chocolate bean was used and where the bean was grown.
- Observe the sheen. Shiny=good.
- Observe the color. Swirling=bad.
- Snap off a piece. Loud snap=good (means it was well-tempered).
- Smell it.
- Chew it and let it melt in your mouth.
- Breathe in through your mouth, out through your nose.
- Write down your initial impressions, then repeat steps 4-6 and write down subsequent impressions.
He said that there are a lot of myths about dark chocolate (which almost all fine chocolates are). Two of them in particular are that 1) more cacao is always better (65-75% is the preferred range) and 2) the more bitter the chocolate the better it is (It's not. Bitterness often comes from over roasting).
One of the chocolates we tasted was Amano Madagascar (voted #1 by those who supposedly know about these things). I was tempted to spit it out. It was SO tart and vinegary--bleh! I wanted to like it because the experts say it's awesome AND it's made by a company here in Utah but it was definitely not to my taste.
Another chocolate, Domori Javablond, is supposed to be simply awesome and is noted for it's wildly different flavors like bleu cheese and petrol (yes, petrol). I didn't like it. It smelled like a Sharpie marker.
But the finest chocolate in the world is apparently universally agreed to be Amedei Chuao. I liked it pretty well but at $12 a bar it's definitely not something you keep around the house for making s'mores. My favorite out of the chocolates we tasted was actually the Pralus Djakarta (smokey and kind of woodsy).
Overall, I would recommend the class. I had never tasted such interesting and pure flavors in chocolate before. It was a real eye-opener. It was convenient to be able to sample small pieces of several different fine chocolates; I would never plunk down the $65+ it would have cost to buy one bar of each of the chocolates. And the chance to hang out with Jan without the kiddos was a much-appreciated bonus.
I still enjoy learning about food but I think I also learned a little lesson about how while being into food is fun, being an extreme food expert/snob can be kind of off-putting to others. (And knowing is half the battle!) So I shall endeavor to keep my snobbery in check.
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