The Day I OD’d on Salted Caramel- The Chocolate Festival 2014
Last weekend, thousands of intrepid, trembling Londoners gaggled together, ready to embark on a life-changing physical challenge. One that would prove epic, gruelling yet rewarding beyond the boundaries of understanding. It would take willpower, strength and self-control.
You know, that’s just the way life is. Some people are the kind of people who can run 26 miles, pounding the concrete in blazing sunshine, and some of us can eat salted caramel like Augustus Gloop with a diabetes problem. Me and my pal decided we were made of the latter so trololololed our way down to the Business Design in Angel to sample a big old bunch of the sweet stuff.
You could literally smell the sugar as we wandered through the doors. And it was like Willy Wonka had been sick everywhere. But in a delicious way. THE WARES ON SHOW were just inCREDible. We wasted no time in throwing ourselves into the Brownie trail, strolling around the many stalls to hunt down their best squidgy slabs.
In case you’re wonder, the Batch Bakery won it for me with their Elvis brownie which wooed me with it’s oozy peanut butter charms. But I was only distracted for a SECOND because passionate chocolatiers kept flinging samples and snippets at us, boasting about ganache and fudge and marshmallows and YUM.
Me and my companion pretty much used this exhibition as a warm-up for Easter Sunday. As we supped down on some honeyed Hot Chocolate (and complimentary prosecco, of course) we made OOH and AHH sounds at the wonderful chocolate sculptures that had been created by some of the best Chocolate Makers in the world. CHECK OUT THESE EXAMPLES OF EDIBLE BEAUTY.
Once I was actually fearing I would start shaking from having too much sugar, we decided to wave the creamy dreams goodbye and bask in an Angel beer garden. But not before having our heads turned by this HANDSOME BEAST.
Hope you all had a delicious Easter folks. Hope you frolicked in daffodils amidst lambs with their legs akimbo, saluted the sun, stroked some little butter coloured chicks, broke your lent promises with glee and satisfaction and ate all of the chocolate in the land.
Here’s how my Easter Sunday morning went down:
UNTIL NEXT TIME MY SPRING CHICKENS!
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