The Butterfly Effect of Friday Nights

I really don’t feel like talking about chocolate at this point in time. After making 4 differently flavored ganaches I am done with chocolate. But I have to tell you about this one chocolate place for if I fail to, I feel as if I have let all of you down.

For the past few Saturdays, I have woken up feeling parched with a metallic taste in my mouth. The metallic taste is from the iron that is bleeding out from the pinpricks on my lips. And the parchedness, from the lack of water.

I often take the entire weekend to recover, aided by constant consumption of fluids. I flush this odd feeling away within 2 days so that I can be respectable by Monday morning for another week of dramas.

If you are a slant-eyed self respecting Chinese like I am, you know what this means. There can only be one word for such a state and it is called ‘heatiness’.

It is so hard to explain to a Westerner the concept of ‘heat’. Every time I try, I fail. Now I avoid bringing up such radical 4-letter words. The world is obviously not yet ready for such revelations.

Anyway. The point of me telling you about ‘heat’ is because there is a fixed source in my life. Currently, every Friday night is spent chilling at Chocolat, with a huge mug of warm chocolate constantly warmed by a tea-light candle that flickers randomly.

While the conversation is often, how should I put it, incomprehensible to pristine minds. The chocolate is always delightful to meet my lips.

Like any Chocolatier, they have an assortment of truffles and other small sweets for sale in their temperature controlled display. Some are highly unoriginal. But hey look. A chocolate spoon to stir your chocolate drink with!

Licking spoons have never been this fun.

Some pleasures in life stem from the simplest things.