Reading rosyxxx's journal

It appears that I have lost the chocolate bet. I shall have to fork over a box of these: absolutely, stupendously marvelous and orgasmic bites of fun-filled blackberries drenched in mouth-watering dark AND milk chocolate...extended for sale until the very day of my B-day: Sept. 28th...oh the joy of such a coincidence.

I have set aside all other worries to be 'consumed' by this one.

If you don't understand what I am talking about, then let me say that I made a bet with Joe that a book we passed by on display in the library, namely Steve Almond's The Evil B.B. Chow, had been written in the 50s. I believed, erroneously, that based upon the design graphics of the cover, it was vintage 1950s. It just reminded me of the cover of a book called: "The Thirteen Clocks".

Anyway, Almond's book is recently published, and I lose the bet. The bet was, whoever was right would receive a chocolate-covered blackberry from Karl Bissinger's. I know we only said 'one', but seeing as how it got all confused, and he thought I meant 'raspberries', which are only available from Bissinger's in July...why not eat the whole box {between us}?

The ultimate irony in all of this, revolves around not only the book in question, but in another of the authors books, namely: Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America; where the author, who is, ironically the very thing I sometimes wanna be - a creative writing teacher - takes us on a tour of local candy companies throughout America who have been usurped and dumbed-down by the three major chocolate conglomerates. As if other things like literature hadn't been dumbed-down as well...witness this diatribe on "The DaVinci Code".

The highlight of my research on his book about chocolate, is this: he has a stockpile of Kit Kat Darks, which were discontinued, in an undisclosed warehouse somewhere. The man loves chocolate more than even I. I only bought a case of Kit Kat Orange, which is only available from Canada to us poor chocolate-starved Americans, to be distributed between myself and Joe several years back.

I am almost afraid of what I will find if I sit down to read both Almond's book 'Candyfreak' and The Evil B.B. Chow. Like I have mentioned happening before...this book just glowed all alone from the display shelves of the library. It was like a beacon through the picture-window glass of the library...beckoning to me with its siren-like call: "Come to me, for I bear treasures of infinte worth...come to me, you sad, weary bibliophile, come molder in my musty depths, and squander your minutes in the pages filled with my words...luring you onto the rocks of words, like so many sailors of literature's depths before you..."

Oh my, oh my...it appears that history repeats itself. On September 17th, 2004, harold_maude wrote this post, and I, true to form, waxed poetic about chocolate respectively on the 18th, the 19th, again on the 19th, and on the 20th. Even Magnifico joined into the fray with his description of the candy store in Munich which housed a giant Marzipan reproduction of La Cathâedral de Sacre Coeur in Montparnasse. And now here it is September 19th, 2005. Exactly one year later. How's that for time being circular? There must be something I am commemorating or avoiding here....wonder what it is....I must just need chocolate BADLY around my birthday, or something. I had no idea that I had written those posts on those dates until I went to check. Nor, did I have any idea who the hell Steve Almond was when I first made that random bet with Joe. God DOES exist. I swear. His flashlight was shining on the glass in the library last Sunday. And he is a chocolate bunny rabbit. Six feet tall, too. Frank is my friend. ;p

And what's more, this is my 666th post. *laughs out loud* Screw the beast. I don't believe in that crap. There's a higher existence and it doesn't care about that specific number. But I think it is immensely hysterical that people think I am nuts, and then go on being wierded out by said number. Hey, to add to the mix, my building has 13 floors. Maybe I'm jinxed, but I don't think so...not with the wonderful friends I have, and the fact that chocolate looms closely in my future. I feel nothing but warmth and love and thoughts of chocolate.... :-)))))))

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on Sep 19, 2005.

Ever heard of Ritter Sport Quadrago: Vollmilch + Knallbrause (full cream milk + fizzy powder (also see translation discussion on LEO))? I bought 5 of em on my birthday, knowing the folks I'd party with would 'kill' at least 3 of 'em :)

Right now I'm eating another one. Give it a try, too. And if it's not available in the US, I gonna send it via air mail as a birthday present or so. :)

cu, w0lf.

Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign for a diseased mind!

There's a few stores here that carry Ritter Sport chocolate. World Market, does...along with their excellent selection of wines at reasonable costs. I love Ritter's marzipan. In fact, I pretty much go to World Market exclusively for my marzipan, as the European brands are the best...and well...pretty much the only brands. Marzipan and chocolate. Yeah! Milk chocolate and fizzy powder sounds yummy too!

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?