I’m in love… with a chocolate bar.
If you’re a regular reader you already know that I’ve never met a chocolate that didn’t call my name. Hello, my name is Elizabeth, and I’m a serious chocoholic.
No, I’m not going to share with you all of my desperate chocolate stories of sneaking around searching for a working vending machine in the middle of the night to get my chocolate fix at some random hotel; or taking a teacup to the chocolate fountain on the cruise; or that legendary day in Florence, Italy, when I sat in the Piazza Santa Croce and ate thirteen sinfully large chocolate Baci balls, each with a luscious hazelnut in the core, one after the other, like chain-smoking cigarettes.
But this is different.
The juxtaposition of 55% velvety dark cocoa with the fresh surprise of saltiness combined with the satisfying crunch of almonds is addictive enough to make me shun all other chocolate bars as unworthy of my time. It’s strangely satiating, too, so that instead of eating, say, thirteen in one sitting, a single bar, or even sometimes just a few squares, are all I need to quell the craving. It’s that good.
Each Boulder, Colorado-crafted Chocolove bar comes complete with a classic love poem inside the wrapper and uses familiar ingredients like sugar, vanilla, and cocoa butter. It’s a feel-good-all-over experience.
Vitamin Cottage has a good sale going on for Chocolove bars, so I stocked up!