yesterday evening turned out to be wonderful sunny one. standing outside the guardian office on york way the sun threw long slender shadows on the floor of the entrance. the lettering ‘the guardian, the observer’ bore shadow silhouettes. i was there for the word of mouth chocolate testing. armed with avery labels with our guardian user names printed on them [given in exchange for our golden tickets] we were led by suse through the offices of my favourite newspaper. i had this vague feeling of remembrance of the feeling i had when reading charlie and the chocolate factory.
the egalitarian in me ensured that i did some justice to the chocolate in the room before wandering off to paul young who had his own stand in a little cove around the corner. three of his offerings were on our testing list and as bonus points he had guinness and basil truffles, fennel chocolate and brownies to tempt us chocoholics. there was silver tip jasmine tea or sherry for those who preferred an alcoholic note to help smooth over chocolate fatigue. i had the tea which had a lovely, refreshingly summery flavour and a light floral note between my dabbling into paul young’s creations.