Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Raspberry
Ever taken one glance at a chocolate and knew that you were pretty much guaranteed to love it? (Some people profess they’d love every chocolate they’d ever run across. I draw the line at grasshoppers in my chocolate. But not ants, apparently.)
For me, I took one glance at Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Raspberry and knew it had to be mine:
Many people are privileged enough to find Ghirardelli chocolate in the wild (ie: local stores) and others have to splurge and order it. Mine traveled a couple of thousand miles, only to be treated in the following manner:
Step 1: A visit to the refrigerator. It had to firm up in case it was too soft to be handled after its trip, and it had to learn how to play nice with all the other chocolates. Assuming there were other chocolates in there, of course. (Here is where my sudden coughing fit clues you into the fact it’s a pretty safe bet that my Raspberry Ghirardelli wasn’t lonely.)
Step 2: Getting its picture taken. If you come to my house on Saturday afternoons you will find everything in a total uproar as my photographer and I speak in code (“Now straight on.” “Now canted”. “Kill spot.”) while trying to get all the right shots before the chocolate starts misbehaving (sweating, ’cause it’s nervous).
My Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Raspberry behaved beautifully. I think they taught it how to pose before they packaged it up, because it started posing as soon as we got it out:
See what I mean?
Step 3: Taste testing. We could hardly wait to get this chocolate into our mouths because it looked so delicious. Believe me, it tastes as good as it looks… smooth dark chocolate with a generous amount of creamy raspberry filling. This bar didn’t last long. In fact, the rest of the family can consider themselves very fortunate that there was any left at all!
Next time (if there ever is a next time), I might have to consider the individually wrapped squares (more to share)!