A pro-choice Charity event here in Boston. Patissiers and pastry chefs donating some goods for a good cause. Business cards and free confections. Oh my god.
My favorite things were:
- Beacon Hill Hotel and Bistro's amazing gianduja gelato with smoked salt, roasted almonds, and cacao nibs.
- Fiore's super dark, super moist chocolate torte with raspberry ganache.
- Picco's orgasmic mint chocolate chip ice cream: some amazing mixture of peppermint and spearmint essence, plus impossible thin ribbons of excellent dark chocolate. Sooo creamy. Unnngh. Really, really good.
Other good stuff included miniature chocolate tarts with vanilla cream and chocolate mousse; a chocolate ganache wedding cake that was so moist it was almost wet (rum?); and a chocolate layer cake with chocolate shavings, whipped cream, and dried cherries.
Bad stuff included a dry miniature chocolate-bacon cupcake, gritty chocolate bars, chocolate chip banana bread (wtf?), and chocolate baklava absolutely drenchedsoakingdripping in sugar syrup. Oh! Also, a terrible whoopie pie with gritty, minty, toothpaste-like filling, and a dry crumbly cookie exterior.
Good fucking fun. I was totally nauseous at points during and afterward. Cold water and cool evening air helped. Long walk to train station. Emotional support. Oddly, cooking smells from restaurants were helpful; maybe the smells stimulated my digestion, I dunno. But chocolate was my entire dinner yesterday. Whoa. I'm awesome. Surprisingly only a few other lesbos attended.
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