In the beginning there was Whole Foods on the Bowery, and Katie post-crazy protest, and Nicole shopping for chocolate ganache supplies. There were many problems. Then came along Mr. Paris and a red new school Mustang of which one would think would bring many problems.
With a red Mustang, a Roberto, and a woman like Katie in the passenger seat, there's nothing else to do except start an adventure. Our number grew as we sailed from Manhattan, to Kensington, to the Burg, awkwardly maneuvering the grand car on awfully tiny highways. We ditched the car and with our powers combined we took to the streets to brave rain, battle highways, jump rivers with the only resources we could find: thick mud coffee, galoshes, and ... umbrellas.
Our adventure led us down many paths to no avail. It took us to Marlow & Sons for dinner, where I expected a pretty pretentious kitschy meal, but was willing to swallow anything that didn't move in the dark night shadows. We got a power punch to the mouth in every sitting; NC hams with french cheeses, olives, anise-flavored bread slices, sage & chevre topped crostini with quince jam, and the richest ribeye & mashed potatoes ever. Adventure=success!!
And so comes the 4 hours spent on making the grand Mr. Paris something that would compensate his grandness, birthday style, a chocolate-ginger ganache tarte. Wow. Lots of love, appreciation, and the best of butters combined.
and so my question would be to you farm-destined chipettes all around ny, 1) Can we add sexy chocolates to a farm brothel business plan? 2) If we do, would this somehow fit in and contribute to our standard of sustainable living and growing?
