Cabana Time

I am not a chocolate person. Which isn't to say that I don't consume chocolate. I often have a piece of chocolate after dinner, I enjoy a mocha now and then, and my favorite Gelato is definitely the Aztec Chocolate at Royal Grinders in Fremont. But in the realm of the chocolate fanatic, this is nothing. I have never used the word 'orgasmic' to describe chocolate, and I certainly would not (for various reasons) use the word 'chocoholic' to describe myself. I have friends who could compose symphonies about Cadbury mini eggs and a roommate who eschews bars that aren't 'at least 85% cacao'. These people are serious about chocolate. I am not. I eat chocolate lackadaisically, if someone happens to put it in front of me.

Which is exactly why I bit into a CoconutMacaroon Dark Chocolate Truffle Bar, a thank you gift from my ridiculously thoughtful friend Jill. Evidently her thoughtfulness goes deep. This was, without question, the most delicious chocolate bar I have ever eaten. I usually find coconut candies to be a bit woody, but the coconut in question was whipped into the chocolate to create a dark, silky consistency that, in my humble non-expert opinion, is the next best thing to sliding between satin sheets in the tropical cabana of your dreams. And the bright crunches of sea salt expertly extend my metaphor. Seriously. Eat it.