Alton Brown’s Plain ‘Ol Brownies with Valrhona cocoa

I am unabashedly in love with chocolate, unapologetic about my feelings and thoughts toward it and unheeding in my consumption. Perhaps I fit the cliche of a woman for this reason, but I care not. I love the stuff. Over the past few years my taste buds grew and changed and no longer could I palate the taste of standard milk chocolate. Bubbly aero bars which were once irresitable became a turn-off. Until I saw that they had a dark chocolate version. It’s still not that great, but dark chocolate is. As my tastes literally change, my sweet tooth subsides to reveal a love of the slightly bitter.

A few years ago my parents did a tour of Europe. My mom asked me what I wanted from there and I couldn’t think of anything. Morever, what could they bring that wouldn’t over burden the suitcases they would be taking through 16 different cities in a mere three weeks? I soon realized the answer was chocolate. I asked them to bring back chocolate from every country they visited.

And the spoils came: Belgium, Switzerland, Germany, England, Austria and France. They were different types, sizes and price ranges but they had one thing in common: they were all vastly superior to North American ‘chocolate’.

My god, the europeans know their chocolate. For the record, German chocolate remains my favourite. The home of the black forest cake has got to know a thing or two. France may have tied that with something my mom picked up randomly:

Valhrona Squares

Valhrona Squares

I recognized the name from friends who bake. It was also mentioned in the book Confetti Cakes as the best quality cocoa money could buy.  The chocolate was delicious. It was dark and slightly bitter, but still had some sweetness. I only ate a square at a time because I found it so perfectly rich. I enjoyed the packaging as well – it just looks so French and sophisticated!

I recently ran out of my standard cocoa powder and decided to use this opportunity to buy the good stuff: Valrhona cocoa. I found it at the St. Lawrence market.

Valrhona Cocoa

Valrhona Cocoa

I paid $15.99 for that box. Yikes!

I decided to make a dense and rich brownie with my new, expensive cocoa. I don’t have a go-to recipe so I browsed through my collection and randomly picked Alton Brown’s from this book: I’m Just Here For More Food X Mixing + Heat = Baking. Despite having this book for over a year, I’ve made nothing from it. I do refer to it from time to time just to understand the science of baking better.

The Valrhona cocoa smelled amazing as soon as I opened the packet. I have a weak sense of smell but the aroma still struck me. I can’t describe it really well, but it was heady, and smelled rich and more chocolatey than other cocoas.

The brownies turned out pretty danged great

Brownie that I wish you could smell

Brownie that I wish you could smell

They definitely have the taste of a “dark chocolate” brownie, if such a thing  exists.

I submit to you that ‘dark chocolate’ is just regular chocolate; regular chocolate with the most cocoa. The less cocoa and the more milk you add, the lighter the chocolate gets. Bittersweet, semi-sweet, and milk are all mixes of different proportions of milk and cocoa; and then there is the aberration known as white chocolate, which is not chocolate as it contains no cocoa. Also, it is gross.

As if baking wasn’t expensive enough, I now think I always want to bake with Valrhona. It’s definitely worth it.  Another fun thing about this baking project was using my new Cuisinart food processor. Alton Brown recommends sifting dry ingredients together by pulsing in a food processor as opposed to using a sifter or just hand mixing.

Processor and Mixer aka Cuisie & Kitchie?

Processor and Mixer aka Cuisie & Kitchie?

I wonder if that contributed to the excellence of these brownies. Either way, I’m pleased with the result and had fun creating them too!

 

Birthmeh

For most of my life I have gotten really excited about my birthday. I would sometimes have expectations that were too big to fill but for the most part I’ve always had a great time. As I got older, I started to feel that it was decidedly uncool to love your birthday like a child, so I learned to hide my excitement. I’m sure I didn’t do a very good job. My late 20′s have changed that. I’ve stopped caring about doing anything special and it felt like just another day, but at least another day with guaranteed chocolate cake.  I still don’t hate or fear my birthday. I think I’ve done a pretty good job of dealing with aging. Maybe it’s because I look a lot younger than I am – something that used to bother me when I was younger but of course now is something I treasure.  Maybe it’s also partially because of my child-like behaviour… Either way, I’m not sweating birthdays… yet.

I remember when I was a teenager I’d prepare the birthday wish list no less than 1 month in advance. Having a mid November birthday meant that all unfulfilled birthday wishlist items automatically became the Christmas wishlist. It was just efficient, I thought! Then I got to that point where I could buy myself whatever I wanted, and all the things I really wanted were way too expensive to ask of anyone.  This never stops my mom for asking me what I want.  It’s an interesting thing. As a kid I’d ask my mom what she wanted for mother’s day, birthday and Christmas and I’d rarely get a real answer. Every couple of years she would run down her old slippers or run out of perfume and those were easy… but other than that she mostly wanted nothing. How frustrating! Surely there’s something you’d want! Well, now I find myself in that position.

Last year when I turned 30 she bought me and Baron a return flight to NYC as our combined birthday gifts. It was perfect. I’d always wanted to go, flying is very convenient and this way I could force Baron to come with me. I loved it. I decided at that point that every birthday in my 30′s will yield a trip. Lavish, indulgent and maybe a bit much but that’s what is happening… Though I can save up and take these little weekend trips myself, and I could never ask someone to buy me that… so it doesn’t quite solve the problem of what my mother wants to give me.

Since I am taking myself to Chicago (my kinda town), I started to think of things I would want.

So far I have come up with this:

A chocolate covered caramel apple.

Birthday Yum

Birthday Yum

 

Failing that, I will gladly take an edible arrangement:

More Birthday Yums

More Birthday Yums

There are a few other things I want like a cusinart food processor, a better blender and perhaps slight more fun, cooking classes. Those things can still get pretty pricey.

So apparently I want either: fruit dipped in chocolate, or things that will allow me to cook. Hrm. Can we say one-track-mind?  I wouldn’t mind getting a wacom tablet, but it’s not a necessity. When I was younger it was so easy to make a list of things I wanted… now even the things I want seem slightly silly. Perhaps I’ve actually succeeded in becoming less materialistic. I’m totally fine to not buy things, to wait it out or at least save up for it.

All I really want on my birthday is this: to spend time with people I love and to have chocolate. Taking a trip to somewhere is really just the chocolate on the fruit. :)