For the Love of Chocolate, or Is It Something Else?

Chocolate Dipped Carrots - Maybe this will make the kids eat their veggies.

Chocolate Dipped Carrots - Maybe this will make the kids eat their veggies.

It appears that chocolate lovers will stop at nothing to find ways to justify eating one of their favorite ingredients. A while back I fell in love with the chocolate bacon candy bar from Vosges Haut Chocolat. It didn’t seem much of a stretch since salty and chocolate are an understandable pairing. The little chewy bits of bacon didn’t hurt.

But Woman’sDay.com decided to search out more extreme chocolate pairings which they report on in 8 Curious Chocolate-Covered Creations. The bacon and chocolate combo made the list, but many of the other pairings left me scratching my head and asking why? Chocolate on carrots, well, maybe if the carrots are sweet. Chocolate on a raw onion makes no sense at all. Several of the chocolate dipped items fall into the bug tier of the food pyramid. I suppose that’s fine if you live in a third world country, but not for me. Some selections offered inspiration (Fritos, anyone?) But others made me wonder what was really going on. Is this extreme chocolate cuisine due to a love of chocolate, or is it more about impressing other people? My guess is the latter. If so, why waste a good vat of melted chocolate?

What do you think?

Photo courtesy Joan Perry.

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“Leave the gun, take the cannoli.” – The Godfather

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Like a Kid in a Pastry Shop

I think this was a case of marzipan goodies on display at Mike’s Pastry in Boston. But who cares? I feasted my eyes, and that was delicious enough.

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