Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Part I - The Master Chocolatier & the 2.2-lb block of Chocolate

Welcome to the Chocolate Saga Blog! I started this saga on Twitter several years ago - so it is written in that style...if you don't mind...I'll be adding pictures...

The first installment is called:



The Master Chocolatier & the 2.2-lb. block of chocolate
Once upon a time, there was a block of chocolate that wanted to be used by the Master Chocolatier.
This 2.2-lb. block of dark chocolate was very lonely and wanted to be used, but didn't know what to do. After all, it's just a big block.
So...the Master Chocolatier said, "We have to break it into pieces..." And the block of chocolate trembled as the Master's knife went in.
The block of chocolate screamed inwardly from the pain of the Master Chocolatier’s knife.  It hurt! “It’s going to be OK,” said the Master Chocolatier.

Chocolate couldn’t hear the Master Chocolatier because of her screams, her cries, & her pain. Finally, the Master said, “The breaking is over.”
Chocolate was in the depths of despair. She was broken into a million pieces, it seemed. Everywhere she looked, she saw pieces of her heart.
 She sighed inwardly, thinking, “Whew, it’s over. I’ll be OK.” Then, things got really hot! “Ouch! That’s hot! What’s happening now?”
“You’re being melted. It’s the next step,” replied the Master Chocolatier. “What?!” exclaimed Chocolate.
“It’s HOT! It HURTS!” exclaimed Chocolate. The Master said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be OK. You’re just melted. Trust Me.”
The Master gathered up all the pieces of Chocolate’s heart and put them in a melting pot.
Chocolate felt that she would die! But at least she would “die”! She began to melt under the heat of the pot. All the hard pieces melted away…
Then Chocolate felt a stirring in her soul. The Master Chocolatier was stirring her! What did that mean?
It was hot in the melting pot. Chocolate felt the hard places in her heart begin to melt in the heat. But strangely, she felt peace.
As she looked up, Chocolate saw the Master Chocolatier looking at her.  “This stirring will accomplish two things,” He said.
“You will be stirred to do good things, where before you did bad things. And, the bad things will be stirred up in order to be melted out of you.”
For many days, Chocolate was stirred, and stirred, and stirred. She thought it would never end. “When, O Master, will this end?”
“It will be time, when you are totally liquid,” The Master Chocolatier added.
Finally, the stirring stopped. Chocolate wondered what would happen next. She felt an anticipation, which brought excitement, yet peace. She waited.
It seemed like an eternity of waiting. Something began to happen. “What’s happening now?” asked Chocolate.
“Tempered Seed is being put into you,” said the Master Chocolatier. “It will temper you. As it melts it blends with your heart.”
Chocolate sighed.  “Oh….This feels wonderful!” The seed started lowering Chocolate’s temperature. A cooling began. It was very comforting.
“Uh-oh! I’m being stirred and stirred again!” exclaimed Chocolate. “It’s OK,” said the Master Chocolatier. This is your final stirring before you’re in temper.”
“In temper? What does that mean, Master?” asked Chocolate. “It means – you’ll be in a state where you can be used of me. It’s the desire of your heart, is it not?” replied the Master.
“Oh yes Master! Yes! Use me as You want!” exclaimed Chocolate. “I shall,” replied the Master Chocolatier.
As Chocolate entered into “temper” – she found that the old things that hindered her were gone! Her fears, her “little foxes“ and her angry temper – were gone!
As Chocolate became 88 degrees (the perfect temperature for dark chocolate), part of her was poured into a mold of praying hands. Part of her was used as decoration.
“Oooohh, this chocolate is so good and so sweet!” said a chocolate consumer. “That snap, that gloss.” That Chocolatier knew how to temper chocolate!
And Chocolate lived happily ever after! Molded by The Master Chocolatier!

P.S. When I originally wrote this, I had no idea there would be more installments, so I wrote it like a fairy tale...

 

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