I love traditions. I love that certain things we do can withstand the test of time and bring joy to families for generations. And when I get to tap into one of those traditions as an outsider, I feel so lucky. It excites me because I feel a bit like a thief-a burglar of knowledge only possessed by a special few. And the best part is, I didn't even steal it!
I did have to work hard for it though.
Max and I have been dating for three years now, and although I have been let in on several family secrets, this is one I have been waiting for. I remember him texting me 3 Christmas' ago right after we started dating. I spent my break in Council to get my wisdom teeth pulled (ugh), and he went to Utah to spend Christmas with his family. He let me in on all the fun he was having eating delicious food, watching a wonderful Christmas production at temple square, and re-connecting with loved ones. I sat home and cried my eyes out for a week. Ha, okay maybe not a week, but I did get dry sockets and was extremely uncomfortable for most of the break (and I looked like a chipmunk too). Anyway, I remember him texting me and telling me that he was making hand-dipped chocolates with his family. I was so jealous, but impressed at the same time.
Last week I was finally taught how to create these delicacies. Never before did I realize the precision and detail that goes into forming one tiny, little chocolate. The masters of this art possess every right to call themselves "chocolatiers" (a name I previously thought to be a little dramatic).
Now, I cannot go into details about the process (as it would destroy the secrecy). But I will tell you this; that it is indeed an art. AND that Lorin Low happens to be a chocolatier. He is very humble about his status though, and would be glad to teach anyone with a true desire to learn the trade. However, know that it takes time, practice and a lot of delicious mistakes to make a batch worthy of gifting. But that's the fun part.
I did have to work hard for it though.
Max and I have been dating for three years now, and although I have been let in on several family secrets, this is one I have been waiting for. I remember him texting me 3 Christmas' ago right after we started dating. I spent my break in Council to get my wisdom teeth pulled (ugh), and he went to Utah to spend Christmas with his family. He let me in on all the fun he was having eating delicious food, watching a wonderful Christmas production at temple square, and re-connecting with loved ones. I sat home and cried my eyes out for a week. Ha, okay maybe not a week, but I did get dry sockets and was extremely uncomfortable for most of the break (and I looked like a chipmunk too). Anyway, I remember him texting me and telling me that he was making hand-dipped chocolates with his family. I was so jealous, but impressed at the same time.
Last week I was finally taught how to create these delicacies. Never before did I realize the precision and detail that goes into forming one tiny, little chocolate. The masters of this art possess every right to call themselves "chocolatiers" (a name I previously thought to be a little dramatic).
Now, I cannot go into details about the process (as it would destroy the secrecy). But I will tell you this; that it is indeed an art. AND that Lorin Low happens to be a chocolatier. He is very humble about his status though, and would be glad to teach anyone with a true desire to learn the trade. However, know that it takes time, practice and a lot of delicious mistakes to make a batch worthy of gifting. But that's the fun part.
