I know, I was supposed to write about Larry's house and the savings on highways, but so much other thrilling things have happened that those topics will remain on hold for a bit.
When walking to the market in the morning, there was Chococoo on the way and we decided to make first truffle stop of the day. Scott chose raspberry nad lichee truffle and me one with passion fruit and another an award-winning chantarelle-salted-caramel truffle. I'm aware that recently it's becoming more and more popular to mix all kinds of flavours, but I'm not a target group for a sweet that tastes like porcini risotto in chocolate. We kept walking to the market to buy an Italian rice ball on the market. I didn't succeed last time, because once I finally managed to get the attention of the guy, working on dough, it turned out that the Italian joint is actually closed and I'm more than welcome to come back and get my rice ball the next day. Today, the kiosk was open and rice balls on the tray and ... we were still out of luck. Because the girl behind the counter didn't have any change and they didn't accept cards.
We walked through the main square and watched the preparation to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus in the commercial world and made our way to Drink Bar. Because they have the best cheese balls in the country there. We planned to compliment those with house made potato crisps. The cheese balls were as good as ever, instead of potato crisps we got a bowl full of soggy and oily potato slices. Scott touched one and tossed around another one, took the bowl, walked with it to the counter and told the girl that those potato slices don't look much like crisps and could we please get some that are fried slightly longer. Ten minutes later we got nice and crispy chips.
Well, since the diet already flew out the window, from our deep-fried lunch we walked around the corner to Chocolala, because I had mentioned to Scott that they have a chocolate museum now in the basement too. After we had seen through the exhibition and found ourselves in front of the chocolate shelves again, the owner, Yussuf, came and offered some truffles and we ended up talking about the world of cocoa and chocolate for quite a while. We tried already familiar salted caramel, juniper gin and chili ones and a new, seasonal gingerbread truffle. Additionally we got to taste a pink, but 100% chocolate. From flavour and look I would have guessed, it's white chocolate with raspberry. We bought a tablet with champagne filling and a box of truffles and walked home.
When walking to the market in the morning, there was Chococoo on the way and we decided to make first truffle stop of the day. Scott chose raspberry nad lichee truffle and me one with passion fruit and another an award-winning chantarelle-salted-caramel truffle. I'm aware that recently it's becoming more and more popular to mix all kinds of flavours, but I'm not a target group for a sweet that tastes like porcini risotto in chocolate. We kept walking to the market to buy an Italian rice ball on the market. I didn't succeed last time, because once I finally managed to get the attention of the guy, working on dough, it turned out that the Italian joint is actually closed and I'm more than welcome to come back and get my rice ball the next day. Today, the kiosk was open and rice balls on the tray and ... we were still out of luck. Because the girl behind the counter didn't have any change and they didn't accept cards.
We walked through the main square and watched the preparation to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus in the commercial world and made our way to Drink Bar. Because they have the best cheese balls in the country there. We planned to compliment those with house made potato crisps. The cheese balls were as good as ever, instead of potato crisps we got a bowl full of soggy and oily potato slices. Scott touched one and tossed around another one, took the bowl, walked with it to the counter and told the girl that those potato slices don't look much like crisps and could we please get some that are fried slightly longer. Ten minutes later we got nice and crispy chips.
Well, since the diet already flew out the window, from our deep-fried lunch we walked around the corner to Chocolala, because I had mentioned to Scott that they have a chocolate museum now in the basement too. After we had seen through the exhibition and found ourselves in front of the chocolate shelves again, the owner, Yussuf, came and offered some truffles and we ended up talking about the world of cocoa and chocolate for quite a while. We tried already familiar salted caramel, juniper gin and chili ones and a new, seasonal gingerbread truffle. Additionally we got to taste a pink, but 100% chocolate. From flavour and look I would have guessed, it's white chocolate with raspberry. We bought a tablet with champagne filling and a box of truffles and walked home.
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