Yeah, googling makes it seem like it doesn't exist! Ah well. I just figured it would, and it looks so much like the Williams-Sonoma, I had high hopes.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The E. Guittard on this page might fit the bill: [link]
Eta: So, it's not what you want, don't pick it up?
We use this--the center one, though I want to try the chai. I think some of you might like the axylotl one, though.
Yeah, don't bother, thanks. Apparently my grandmother believes the W-S kind has some sort of magical properties, so I was hoping to find a more-available replacement.
Now I have to go there, just to wander and soak in the sight of all that stained glass and architecture and sculpture.
You'll have to plan carefully because it's only open to the public one day a year. Which is why more people haven't already seen it, I guess.
drinking chocolate:hot cocoa as havarti:american cheese
or thinks me. Mmmmm, liquidy melted chocolate. We have a dessert place called pix patiserrie and i once got the most astonishing drinking chocolate there, it was like smooth warm ganache. I couldn't even finish my cup it was so rich (and all ya'll who have ever dined with me know that i am no wuss when it comes to rich chocolatey goodness!). Good stuff.
Even if I lurk outside the doors and look pitiful? They won't let me in? Foo and darn. I shall just have to, as you say, plan carefully.
The best hot chocolate I ever had was in Paris at a Salon de The that had a family recipe that they'd handed down for a hundred years. Lifting the lid on that pot was like a chocolate bong.
Even if I lurk outside the doors and look pitiful?
Maybe I could write you a note: "Bev appreciates beauty on a particularly spiritual level. Other beauty seekers are mere philistines compared to Bev's rapturous indulgence in the bounty of the world. Please let her in or she'll make puppy faces all day."
German gasthaus, edge of an alpine lake at dawn. Cold to the bone. Hot chocolate served in a silver pot, made with unpasteurized milk straight from the cow, no sugar, with a mountain of whipped fresh cream on top. And a bowl of extra whipped cream, in case you ran out.
Mercy.