The other day, while sauntering along the confectionery aisle of my local supermarket, I came upon three products labelled ‘reduced to clear’. They had each been marked down to half price – reason enough to whip some into my trolley before heading to the checkout.
This is the sort of chocolate I like to use in baking, so rather than just buy one of each I splashed out a bit.
I bought two of each, with an extra Sao Tome, since I liked the sound of the tasting notes on the wrapping.
Mind you, the other two didn’t sound half bad either.
Today was damp and dreich where I live: ideal weather for a chocolate tasting event.
I opened up one of each of the bars and inspected the contents. They all looked pretty much identical, which was handy from a blind tasting point of view. I broke up some bits and put them onto plates, marked A, B and C.
Tea is, of course, an excellent beverage for washing chocolate down with, but I had a fancy for coffee on this occasion. I made a pot, poured it out into three mugs and gathered up the assistants for a tasting.
I hadn’t told them which chocolate was which, and I didn’t remember myself which order I had put them out in (although I had made a note so that I would have something to refer to after the tasting).
After we had tasted all three, delightful assistant no.2 had the bright idea of a ‘mystery tasting’. We would each be given the same chocolates again but without knowing if we’d had A, B or C. We would then try to match up the mystery tastings with the original ones to see if we could identify which was which.
I felt quite confident about this as I had noted distinct differences between the three during the original tasting.
Both of the assistants managed to guess one of the three correctly. Much to my chagrin, I got every single one of them wrong.
while I opted for the Madagascan (71%).
So much for buying three of the Sao Tome, which I had thought might be the overall winner.
After all that dark chocolate delightful assistant no.1 admitted that although she’d chosen a favourite she hadn’t particularly liked any of the three, being more of a milk chocolate hand. These were our final thoughts:
Delightful assistant no.1: “Up with Cadbury’s!”
Delightful assistant no.2: “All three bars were in the upper echelons of chocolate satisfaction.”
Yours truly: “I can’t believe I got them all wrong.”