After college I moved to New York with my faux bro. He wanted to live in Chelsea (of course, don’t all gay New York men?) so I found us an apartment on 25th street. We lived in a two bedroom railroad apartment that required you to walk through the kitchen to get to the bathroom at the other end. This was a source of hilarity for pretty much every visitor but it was perfectly normal to New Yorkers.
My grandmother loves fruit with chocolate. You name it, chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered cherries, chocolate covered banana, basically if you cover any fruit in chocolate, she’s happy. Every Mother’s day, birthday, and Hanukkah I always go to my local chocolate shop and get her orangettes which I have learned are French for chocolate covered orange peel. And here I thought the famous blog Orangette was a made up word like Bakerella (which I am assuming is a pun on Barbarella). Who knew?
February 5 is World Nutella Day. That’s right boys and girls, there is actually a holiday to celebrate Nutella. Every year a day is set aside for us to rejoice in the splendor that is Nutella. Now while this seems rather odd, I mean a holiday to celebrate a spread, really?, I can’t imagine a food more deserving.
My first trip to Paris was 19 years ago. It was there that I first experienced what I now consider true hot chocolate. I was in a cafe on the left bank. I forget the name but it was famous for being the preferred haunt of the surrealists. I ordered opera cake and a chocolatRead more
I’m not sure how this tradition came about but the exchange of sweets is as much a part of the holiday as Santa Claus. Every year we are inundated with recipe after recipe for holiday goodies. And every year we dread the amount of work that awaits us. Now I don’t know about you butRead more
