Somerville has its own chocolate maker! On Sunday, Taza Chocolate opened its doors to give tours and chocolate samples to hordes of people. The turnout on a chilly Sunday afternoon was pretty impressive.
Perhaps, the promise of samples was enough for people to bundle up and head out the door.
Beth and I went together. Before the tour started we were eyeing a machine and attempting to determine its function. We were both stumped but were later informed that it was a winnower. I learned a lot about the process and was happy to hear of all the relationships and traditions that this newly created company is maintaining.
The beans they use are organic and are grown on small farms in Mexico, Costa Rica and the Dominican Republic.
I have never really given thought to the "Stone Ground" wording on their label. We got to see the machine and the grinding stones that are used in the process. They are truly big ole stones.
We also learned what the percentage means on chocolate bars. If you buy a 70% Dark chocolate bar from Taza you are getting chocolate that is 65% caca0, 5% cocoa butter and 30% sugar (there is also a little bit of vanilla in the mix). Interesting.
I will say that I probably ate too much chocolate while I was there. Their chocolate is STRONG and I forgot that real chocolate contains caffeine. The result was a very jittery Trinity. Perhaps I need a lesson in moderation.
I'd call myself a maker. More specifically: a knitter, an urban gardener, a food preserver, a cook, a baker, a reader, a photo taker, a budding sewist and an all-around dabbler.
I enjoy using this space to record the things I see, make, eat, and do. My aim is to capture and share with you much of what floats my boat. Chances are you are here because it floats your boat, too!
My husband and co-conspirator on the much linked to Mega Man hat. He is the house expert when it comes to all things with electrical cords/chargers and/or anything that requires configuring. When I first met Paul he was a smoker and a vegetarian. Now he is a non-smoker who enjoys making smoked meat in his BBQ. Paul recently dove headfirst into brewing beer and is quickly acquiring mad brewing skills. If you are really lucky, he will invite you to one of his Meat Meet Supper Club dinners or Beer Release parties.
Cast of Characters: Fanny
Fanny is the most recent addition to our family, joining us in 2008. When we met Fanny at a shelter in Boston, we thought she was a small, adult cat. We were wrong. She must have been less than a year old, because when we brought her home and fed her, she kept getting bigger and bigger and fluffier and fluffier. The shelter named her Faneuil after Faneuil Hall, but we changed her name to Fanny. We think it makes for a lot of entertaining variations. I imagine some searchers who end up at my blog are not getting what they hoped for, given what “fanny” is slang for in a few countries. Our Fanny is a polydactyl cat with a fused or “super” claw. She has taught me that it is possible for cats to cackle, which you would be likely to hear if she spots a squirrel while you are here!
Cast of Characters: Tchazo
Tchazo, our Weimaraner, was born 3 days before Paul and I had our first date. During our first date, Paul and I egged each other on about getting dogs. Eight weeks later, Tchazo became a part of our lives. After almost 12 amazing years and countless adventures together, we said goodbye to Tchazo in 2014. Tchazo loved life, especially the parts that include eating, smelling, sunbathing, playing and cuddling on the bed. We will forever remember him and the lessons he taught us about joy.
Cast of Characters: Jack
I adopted Jack at about the same time Paul bought Tchazo (see previous note about egging each other on), but since Tchazo was young and needed to stay with his mom for a few more weeks, Jack came into our house first. For a while, he HATED Tchazo but they eventually became 24-7 buddies. After nearly 11 years together, we had to put Jack down in March of 2013. Jack was a little crazy in the head, but we learned how to live with it. His favorite things included licking the floor, lying under the couch and gazing at me longingly. Jack was physically incapable of wagging his tail whilst being petted. I like to think it is because he was soaking up the love so intensely that it required his full concentration.