Impact
Another winter emergency cripples East Coast USA.
Having grown up along the Great Lakes where & when winter means severe weather rather than some desperate media event, these are becoming laughable. Anything above 3” of snow warrants calling out the Nac’l Guard preceded by zombie apocalypse runs to the supermarkets.
Note how blizzards in the Midwest rarely receive as much coverage. Only if they hit the “major metropolitan population centers of the Northeast” -- the nerve centers of “power & finance” -- do the hysterics re-commence to reinforce the delusion that that corridor between Boston & DC remains the center of the universe with Wall St as its nucleus.
What a bunch of pussies (short for pusillanimous of course) in line with former PA governor Ed Rendell extending George Carlin’s “pussification of the American male” to just “wussification of America”. Period.
Snow days? WTFlake are they?
The nuns who taught the parish children back in the 20th century would have nothing of them, rationalizing if Jesus could walk to Calvary with a cross on his back while being flogged along the way, then their little student charges should at least be able to trudge thru the snow with a book bag. Life’s about suffering, need they remind. Good grief, these poor Brides of Christ never been to the sybaritic capitals of the earth.
Every school kid could be heard muttering under their breath muffled with scarves “Damn them” (but God bless & have mercy on their souls).
Honestly, it was miserable except for the snowball fights to & fro… & hitting passing cars (whether intentionally or accidentally), then getting chased by their furious drivers onto the church grounds which provided sanctuary, even against police.
Ahhh, "snow days"… a day off… to borrow Ella Wheeler Wilcox -- the echoes of it bound to a joyful sound.
Hallelujah. Thank the Lord for this enlightened pussification.
Now let’s go sledding & shredding… starting with this bar which instills a new faith: if nuns ate more chocolate they'd probably acquire a different habit.
Having grown up along the Great Lakes where & when winter means severe weather rather than some desperate media event, these are becoming laughable. Anything above 3” of snow warrants calling out the Nac’l Guard preceded by zombie apocalypse runs to the supermarkets.
Note how blizzards in the Midwest rarely receive as much coverage. Only if they hit the “major metropolitan population centers of the Northeast” -- the nerve centers of “power & finance” -- do the hysterics re-commence to reinforce the delusion that that corridor between Boston & DC remains the center of the universe with Wall St as its nucleus.
What a bunch of pussies (short for pusillanimous of course) in line with former PA governor Ed Rendell extending George Carlin’s “pussification of the American male” to just “wussification of America”. Period.
Snow days? WTFlake are they?
The nuns who taught the parish children back in the 20th century would have nothing of them, rationalizing if Jesus could walk to Calvary with a cross on his back while being flogged along the way, then their little student charges should at least be able to trudge thru the snow with a book bag. Life’s about suffering, need they remind. Good grief, these poor Brides of Christ never been to the sybaritic capitals of the earth.
Every school kid could be heard muttering under their breath muffled with scarves “Damn them” (but God bless & have mercy on their souls).
Honestly, it was miserable except for the snowball fights to & fro… & hitting passing cars (whether intentionally or accidentally), then getting chased by their furious drivers onto the church grounds which provided sanctuary, even against police.
Ahhh, "snow days"… a day off… to borrow Ella Wheeler Wilcox -- the echoes of it bound to a joyful sound.
Hallelujah. Thank the Lord for this enlightened pussification.
Now let’s go sledding & shredding… starting with this bar which instills a new faith: if nuns ate more chocolate they'd probably acquire a different habit.
Appearance 4.1 / 5
| Color: | crème-rouge |
| Surface: | transit victim -- flakes, chips, & breaks... |
| Temper: | … yet equipoised thru it all |
| Snap: | pluck, moxie & fight |
Aroma 7.8 / 10
pure
Bosco® kid-cocoa
firewood underneath with tuber chips
topped by a cherry-soda
Bosco® kid-cocoa
firewood underneath with tuber chips
topped by a cherry-soda
Mouthfeel 13.2 / 15
| Texture: | smooth as a waxed deck |
| Melt: | chill |
Flavor 38 / 50
nut-inflected chocolate (almond) -> chicory -> hot cocoa mix with activated steaming charcoal -> brief "white-out" on custardy fruit-cum-cherimoya -> green banana to walnut shell -> wood splint
Quality 13.7 / 20
Soma labels this Batch # Per1 (click image upper right to enlarge). It hardly purrs at all like other Marañón Canyon chocolates with their grace notes of nimble feline fruits. This instead countenances Venezuela. Which would be understandable if these were Marañón's all-Whites seeded cacáo but this allotment breaks out to their rather standard 60 / 40 (purple / white) mix. So on account of being roasted up warm -- a little much so for these delicacies -- this could pass for a Puerto Cabello.
Overshoots the temperature... to simulate global warming, concentrating it in a precious 25 gram bar.
Meanwhile, the weather outside is frightening.
Then again, Peru Nac'l has a reputation for aging gracefully. So put her in the vault for a while, that specially climatized chamber where only the most precious valuables are stored.
Or, as is, a perfect burner for those ever-multiplying Snow Days.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter
Reviewed January 7, 2014
Overshoots the temperature... to simulate global warming, concentrating it in a precious 25 gram bar.
Meanwhile, the weather outside is frightening.
Then again, Peru Nac'l has a reputation for aging gracefully. So put her in the vault for a while, that specially climatized chamber where only the most precious valuables are stored.
Or, as is, a perfect burner for those ever-multiplying Snow Days.
INGREDIENTS: cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter
Reviewed January 7, 2014