Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Gobsmacked by Moonstruck Chocolates - Portland, OR

If you go to an office supply store and flip through every calendar, you'll see that Lily on the Lam's birthday is in July.  I believe it is a public holiday in most countries. 

For some masochistic reason, I decided to do a half-marathon on my birthday with my childhood friend, JB.  Now this particular half-marathon had two options - both a run and a walk.  But if you signed up for the walk, you had to agree that you would NOT run.  Or as I paraphrased "I am legally prohibited from running."  A 13 mile walk is no problem for me.  A 13 mile run is not so easy!  My friend was going to do the walk option so I did a "Ohh well I suppose if you're walking, then I should sign up for the walk instead of the run too." 

Now if you're planning on doing a half-marathon, whether you're running or walking; I have a tip for you.  Don't spend the prior 3 days before the half-marathon doing a culinary tour.  My friend lives in Portland, Oregon.  I flew up a few days before the half-marathon to spend time with her and sightsee.  And one of the ways I love to sightsee is through my stomach!

Portland, Oregon is a particularly good eating city.  I very much enjoyed eating my way through the "Rose City."  I'll save my other culinary exploits for future postings.  For this post, I want to focus on the nail in my half-marathon coffin.  The day before the half-marathon, JB and I went shopping and eating.  We had a lovely lunch at Elephants Delicatessen.  They have a mouth-watering pastry and chocolates area, but JB forbade me from having dessert at Elephants.  "But - but - their desserts look so good!"  I stammered.  I wondered why JB was suddenly so mean.  JB insisted that we save our appetites for Moonstruck Chocolate.  All I could think was "Pfft - why should I save myself for a piece of chocolate when I can get a fruit tart as big as my head, here??"  I briefly thought about outmaneuvering JB, vaulting over the bakery counter and shoving as many scrumptious desserts in my mouth before JB could drag me out.  Sigh.  I followed JB out of Elephants Deli and away from their beautiful, beautiful desserts. 

We walked around, letting our lunch digest and then headed to Moonstruck Chocolate.  I gasped when I saw all these truffles in the shape of animals.  Who can say "no" to a Black Cat Truffle?  I was overdosing on the sheer cuteness of it all!  So many truffles, so little time.  With a half-marathon in less than 24 hours, I should have picked the smallest item I could find.  Or even better, buy something and save it for after the half-marathon. But nooooo.....  Where's the fun in that? 

Instead I went full-force glutton.  I ordered an artisan s'more.  (You had me at artisan ... and s'more.)  I ordered a peanut butter cream cone.  (I love my peanut butter and chocolate!)  And then I wanted a drink.  How about a nice coffee to cut the sweetness of the chocolate?  Um yeah, no.  I ordered a chocolate peanut butter shake!  (Prelude to "How I died from a sugar coma.")

The artisan s'more tasted like a marshmallow between two vanilla wafers (maybe it was Graham but they tasted and looked like vanilla wafers.)  It was delicious.  Crisp, chewy, chocolatey.  Delectable.

Next, I moved on to the Peanut Butter Cream Cone.  I love peanut butter.  I love chocolate.  I had high hopes for this delicious bite of loveliness.  (In the picture below, the artisan s'more is on the left and the peanut butter cone is on the right.) 

I wanted to love the Peanut Butter Cream Cone.  I wanted to hold hands with it, skip through a meadow and sigh at it adoringly.  I wanted to scribble "Lily + Peanut Butter Cream Cone" in the margins of my 9th grade algebra notebook.  I wanted to fall in love with it.  I wanted to.  I have to say it was a bit of a disappointment.  Perhaps my palate is jaded by artificial peanut flavor, but I felt like the Peanut Butter Cream Cone was not peanut-buttery enough.  It was way too subtle.  I expected a burst of peanut butter flavor.  My expectations fell flat.  I regretted eating the calories on this one. 

What was not a let down in any way, shape or form was the Moonstruck chocolate peanut butter shake.  Decadence in a cup, covered with whipped cream.  Heady chocolate, smooth creamy peanut butter ... the peanuty goodness I was so seeking in the Peanut Butter Cream Cone was here in the shake.  It was beyond delicious.  It was transcendant.  If you find yourself in Portland, OR and you're a chocolate and peanut butter lover, get yourself one of these ...

I will whole-heartedly admit that a few minutes after gobbling 2 chocolates and a good portion of the rich shake, my stomach wanted to kill me.  And the next day during the half-marathon, I wondered if I had burned even 1/2 of the calories in the shake.  It was worth it though - I was gobsmacked by the chocolatey goodness of Moonstruck Chocolate.  Thank you for being one of the highlights on my culinary tour of Portland, OR!

My goal for the half-marathon was "1) Beat JB's time in a June half-marathon and 2) Not finish last."  I beat both goals AND got to indulge in chocolate.  Win-win!
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