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I’m just taking a short break from the excitement and thrill of tax preparation here.  Actually, I am so incredibly bored and overwhelmed right now, the only thing that’s keeping me from going nuts right now is this Icelandic chocolate.  (That, and fear and pressure.)  Just looking at its simply regular small blocks and the deep brown color is doing wonders to calm me down.

This block of goodness had been sitting in my cupboard for a few weeks now.  I had bought it impulsively at Whole Foods, because I liked the packaging.  I finally broke down and opened it today, and this really might be the best chocolate I have ever tasted.  It’s dark, and sweet with no bitter taste, its texture perfectly smooth.  I don’t know how the Icelandic process of chocolate making differs from others, and I think this is the first Icelandic chocolate I’ve had.  But it made me want to visit that magical land of annoyingly intriguing pop singers and northern lights and fjords even more.

Filled with curiosity, and a burning desire to procrastinate, I looked up the maker of this chocomagic like the real dork that I am.  It seems that Nói Síríus really is just another mass producer of sweets, with possible affiliations with Kellogg’s, and Cadbury eggs. To my dismay, the rest of their products don’t look as nearly as nice.  According to the package of my 45% semi-sweet chocolate, this packaging was introduced in 1933 and has remained the same since.  I’m usually all for change, but…

Anyway, I’m just glad to have found this one, and I’m also thankful for it’s not so civil minded price tag that will keep me away from over-indulgence :D

Photo by Daniel Schaub via Flickr

I suppose I’m a couple of days behind, but I just read this. It makes me pretty sad. So many times he’d distract me from running my errands around Union Square with his charming but sometimes-annoying repertoire. There are a lot of bizarre people around the city that I’ve been curious about, like the man who dresses in all white and asks for change around 1st avenue, and the tranny lady who wears pink leg warmers and used to smile at me when I’d walk around my old neighborhood in Chelsea, but this gentleman was by far the most charismatic.  Now that he won’t be there, I wonder if there will be someone to replace him.  Or whatever will happen to all the veggie peelers?Although I’ve resisted the temptation to get me one of those many times,  this time, I really need one. Seriously. We have misplaced our peeler and neither of us have any idea where it is.  Also, I suddenly have an urge to chop some flower shaped carrots slices. 

i send my condolences to the family and friends of Mr. Ades.