My girl, Robin, moved to Seattle not long ago. Those of us left behind in DC miss her VERY MUCH. She has innumerable talents: reporting/media, dancing, language (Spanish and Portuguese), writing, cooking (Mexican in particular), running a one-woman sugar-cookie sweatshop, quilt-making, and the lengthy list goes on. Below is her review of Forte Chocolates. Thanks, R!! You’re the best!
I like chocolate. Preferably dark chocolate. Salty is good too, as are chilies, or coconut, or cranberries. My freshman year of college, I took up a second job at Kara Chocolates. I manned the truffel machine. I dipped pringles in chocolate (delicious!) and doused apples with milk chocolate, then caramel, then dark chocolate. That was my only experience with chocolate-making until my friend decided to go cuckoo for dark chocolate.
“Artisan” was an uncharted word for me. I like Twix, 100 Grands, Baby Ruths, Watchamacallits, Mounds. Those make me just as happy as the next chocolate. I wasn’t quite sure what the big deal was. But when I was at a women’s show here in Seattle, I decided to stop at a booth swathed in pink and brown and screaming “ARTISAN.” I chatted with the gal of Forte Chocolates but was ill equipped to answer any of her questions. I didn’t know my way around this artisan kingdom. I did know I loved anything made of Mexican chocolate. I add chili powder and cinnamon to any hot chocolate or cupcake I get my hands on. So I chose the comfortable and familiar.
These red hots (pictured below) have some bite; it’d be on the medium side of things in salsa lingo. The chocolate is smooth and rich and the picante kicks in right away. The size for me was almost overwhelming. I was satisfied with just a portion of that chocolate.
So there you have it. My first bite into artisanland. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.