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Autumn in New York
It remains curiously warm in Manhattan, which always makes me think that when the cold does hit, there will be Hell to pay for this respite. But the fact that it has been alternately lovely and damp this weekend encouraged me to sample one New York-y rites of passage and one supremely New York-y festival. I know the Ninth Annual Chocolate Show New York 2006 perhaps could have happened anywhere, but the city has been talking about it for weeks, trotting out models wearing chocolate outfits and whatnot on the morning news shows, and all, so it feels like a city event.
Saturday afternoon, I dumped Felix at the base of a giant mushroom, the best toddler starting point for the amazing Alice in Wonderland statue and climbing structure in Central Park. I climbed Alice when I was little and even the very limited photographic record my family keeps can testify to it and I'm sure my husband's family documented him scaling the Mad Hatter and even Alice's head on numerous occasions. It was about time I got Felix out among the mushrooms, in spite of the fact that the bronze statues are a bit slick. It was quite rewarding that he wasn't quite content to hang out with the dormouse and kept wanting to go up, up, up. But Alice's head will have to wait until he's a bit older.
The chocolate show was another matter entirely- a good bad weather choice, though plenty of other people, sadly from a stampede point of view, had the same idea. I can safely report that chocolate covered salty caramels are fantastic, that chocolate bars made with 87% cocoa are astonishing and I took a chance on a "drinking chocolate" product made by Schokinag Chocolate. I really don't need to start drinking my chocolate at this moment in my life- gradual delivery seems like a much better idea for someone with limited impulse control- but just the phrase "drinking chocolate" has so much the ring of 19t h century Vienna about it, and I found it irresistible. We missed the chocolate fashion show (except for some cocktail hats that were literal confections), and I took a pass on the "chocolate spa," but I can speak very highly of the chocolate sculptures scattered around the exhibition hall. Of course we discovered this Gateway to Chcolate masterpiece after the substance and I were already more than well acquainted.
posted by Elise at 5:00 PM
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