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Yesterday I got a HUGE job from a high-end chocolate place here in NYC. They're French and the main dude is somewhat cranky and intimidating but something obviously clicked between us cause they hired us to do all sorts of cool stuff. Before our initial meeting a month ago, they sent over a big shopping bag with all sorts of goodies - dark, milk, and white chocolate bars from Peru, Costa Rica and beyond; hot chocolate powder; truffles and bon bons filled with caramel, ganache, and fruity stuff; cookies; bags of choc-covered everything: pretzels, macadamia nuts, cranberries, coffee beans, etc, etc. Everyone in the office loves their sweets, and there's still stuff left! So after a great meeting yesterday (where we were actually hired), the business manager and wife of the main dude ran around the store and filled up ANOTHER giant shopping bag for me. I begged her to stop, but she insisted I take it. "Chocolate is fun," she said. "Have fun!" Well, okay.
This stuff ain't cheap - by my rough estimate I carried back uptown $300 in that shopping bag. Coming out of the subway, an older woman saw the bag (it's clear) and pointed and said "Oooh! I LOVE chocolate!" "What kind?" I asked. "Anything!" she said. I gave her one of the 20 or so big bars I had in there and she freaked. After that, I was thinking of just walking around the nabe with my bag, trolling for (perhaps slightly younger) chocolate-loving women, but chocolate is not just fun but heavy, so I headed back to the office. Lunch was a package of chocolate covered graham crackers. Later on, the GF, who's been watching herself lately, fell victim to a big tin of milk chocolate covered pretzels. She killed the entire thing in the space of three hours or so.
This stuff ain't cheap - by my rough estimate I carried back uptown $300 in that shopping bag. Coming out of the subway, an older woman saw the bag (it's clear) and pointed and said "Oooh! I LOVE chocolate!" "What kind?" I asked. "Anything!" she said. I gave her one of the 20 or so big bars I had in there and she freaked. After that, I was thinking of just walking around the nabe with my bag, trolling for (perhaps slightly younger) chocolate-loving women, but chocolate is not just fun but heavy, so I headed back to the office. Lunch was a package of chocolate covered graham crackers. Later on, the GF, who's been watching herself lately, fell victim to a big tin of milk chocolate covered pretzels. She killed the entire thing in the space of three hours or so.
