<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830</id><updated>2011-09-18T19:53:20.324-07:00</updated><category term='white chocolate'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='strawberry salad'/><category term='travelers chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Affinity</title><subtitle type='html'>My life with chocolate began gradually; a love affair that bloomed into an awakening. 

Chocolate serves as a special hallmark in every stage of life, bringing with it the memories and creation of traditions.

As a small child sitting at the kitchen table on a crisp afternoon, warming my little hands on a mug of chocolate, a sense of security and family found a home silently within my heart.

Chocolate is truly a special conduit to share love and appreciation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-2586091042161056335</id><published>2011-09-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:53:20.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chocolate Theme song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/m4csLGicSYg"&gt;http://youtu.be/m4csLGicSYg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-2586091042161056335?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2586091042161056335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/chocolate-theme-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/2586091042161056335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/2586091042161056335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/chocolate-theme-song.html' title='The Chocolate Theme song'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1917648362338787663</id><published>2011-09-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:38:02.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Week Equals a Month</title><content type='html'>Back from nowhere. Everyday and every moment of this last week was like a lifetime. Here it is in bullet point form. Just try and guess the chocolate that was made this evening!&lt;br /&gt;1. Trip to Florida.... Changed reservations 3 times and still did not catch up with my friend from Orlando&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed with a very intriguing person in Florida for the week&lt;br /&gt;3. Experienced life&lt;br /&gt;4. Learned that I want something more than chocolate&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. Lost a dear friend to a battle with her health&lt;br /&gt;6. Said Good-bye to my son (of course I'll be in Georgia in 9 weeks to see him but it was still hard)&lt;br /&gt;7. Came home to find a surprise Baskin Robins cake in my freezer (and of course I ate it :) Thank you boys!&lt;br /&gt;8. Found that will chocolate remain in the forefront of life and that's ok&lt;br /&gt;9. Reaffirmed I like simple&lt;br /&gt;10. For just a moment, for 5 days, I had a dream come true.... and that's something pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;So the memory of this week will be guarded and delicately cared for within in my heart where it can be looked upon every now and then with respect and gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corresponding chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;Dried cherries (no added sugar), raw almonds, covered in dark dark Belgium chocolate, cooled on a thin rack and scored as a bark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1917648362338787663?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1917648362338787663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-week-equals-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1917648362338787663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1917648362338787663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-week-equals-month.html' title='When a Week Equals a Month'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-3556320037193396671</id><published>2011-08-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:44:23.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Colored Glasses</title><content type='html'>Cocoa Butter Bliss might sum it all up. When people talk about spontaneity I am not sure if they quite understand instaneity. Yes, that is me. Why wait for life to happen... why not live it now? If there is anything I've learned over the years is every moment means something.&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the negatives we encounter, it is just water under the bridge and there are ways to turn the situations. I am not oblivious to the world around me but I tend to create the world I want. I want to be happy, I like happiness. Therefore those around me will gain happiness - even if for a fleeting moment.&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way to Florida and can already imagine the sand beneath my feet, the midnight moon cartwheels, and of course chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Living with chocolate, the mysterious undercurrent of sensuality and well-being fill my spirit. When I cruise on my blue Schwinn Cruiser along the Columbia river, or simply watching the wind play in the leaves my mind begins to wander. Sitting straight, I can feel my senses awaken as my ponytail gently brushes the sun-kissed skin on my back. With a deep breath I return to the now and smile. Someday my handsome prince will be pleasantly surprised. Patience and chocolate harmony ....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-3556320037193396671?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3556320037193396671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/rose-colored-glasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3556320037193396671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3556320037193396671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/rose-colored-glasses.html' title='Rose Colored Glasses'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-5271465878630577464</id><published>2011-08-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:53:57.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Reflection</title><content type='html'>The past few months have been very busy. And yesterday was the end of yet another beginning. The river house is for sale. Kind of bittersweet. For years the kids played along the river's edge, floated down it on long hot summer days, and skidded to a halt just prior to landing in it's frozen water while sledding in the winter. The yard was home to zip-lines, forts, and numerous games of hide and seek. Knights fought desperate battles for days on end, and the dogs were taught to play tether ball. Every spring the year was burnt into a piece of wood by a steady hand and magnified glass. The strawberries and cherries were eaten; the almonds were harvested.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;During the long winter nights hand written games of charades were played, movies were filmed, and the hum of laughter drifted in the air. Books were read, homework was done, fights were fought. Fireworks launched, snowmen rolled, and splinters caught.&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the couch of my tiny apartment preparing myself for my oldest to catch the Army's bus. I hear only the sound of the refrigerator's fan distantly cut through the silence. Tonight is a chocolate night. A smooth and creamy milk slowly melting in my mouth. Blanketing the memories; storing them gently away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-5271465878630577464?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5271465878630577464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-of-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5271465878630577464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5271465878630577464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-of-reflection.html' title='A Night of Reflection'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-8343504751657218533</id><published>2011-08-08T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:53:03.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Memory</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a very interesting mix of life. For the most part I sat at a county fair with my friend Debbie (who is just starting a fudge company and is learning very quickly).&lt;br /&gt;I watched people take delight in the midway and mechanical bull rides. As usual I wore a dress and sat quietly in the background. I was serenaded twice by several cowboys and ate greasy BBQ and fudge (I still feel sick). &lt;br /&gt;After a day and a half at the fair I traveled north to a gourmet wine and food fair/auction where $3-5,000 cases of wine and art were going out the door.. As I was leaving a man strolling along the sidewalk stopped to ask to take my picture. I gave him my email and asked for a copy. He sent me the picture.. after cropping me out of Washington by placing me in front of a Hawaiian landscape.&lt;br /&gt;Intermixed with the incredible contrast of environments I was sketched in a portrait and received an offer to move to South Africa....&lt;br /&gt;Then after a looooooong evening my phone rang. I was right in the middle of a conversation of nothing when the caller caught me by surprise. I was momentarily intrigued... As we spoke I stumbled through my words; my mind's thoughts and memories began to drift.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that someone else understands the difference in a team sport vs. an individual sport - on a personal level? AND describe to me in detail the meaning of chocolate.... &lt;br /&gt;I don't share my M&amp;amp;M story with many people because they don't really understand the significance behind it... but this person shared a mirrored story before me....while talking about family slide shows!! I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;If I could thank this person for these simple memories I would... I'd send them a little chocolate and a big hug! Not knowing if that'll ever happen I'm going to enjoy a small bag of candy....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy these M&amp;amp;Ms are for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-8343504751657218533?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8343504751657218533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8343504751657218533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8343504751657218533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-memory.html' title='A Simple Memory'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-5539814648153179124</id><published>2011-08-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:31:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 101</title><content type='html'>In Olympia Washington, my friend told me that I really need to start seeing people.... She signed me up for a dating website and I simply looked at her and said... Debbie I have chocolate!&amp;nbsp; Walking to the kitchen she laughed behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a good chocolate from a bad chocolate. I can smell a wine and tell if its good. I can sing Blue Moon out of tune in the shower and smile, and dance however I want in the still of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years, I've met many nice people, but no one that actually caught my attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my chocolate love affair so bad? It makes people happy, opens unbelievable doors and a few windows. Children smile, women become blissful, and men... well a little hopeful (especially when they are with their girl and read the back of the chocolate and wine packet ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, why should I jump just to jump? So until a man who can turn my mind away from chocolate comes along... I will sip on a peppermint cream and delight in every moment!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pint whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp peppermint&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bag Traveler's Chocolate (made with water to a sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip the cream, add peppermint, add Traveler's chocolate. Pour into small cup and place in freezer for 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-5539814648153179124?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5539814648153179124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/dating-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5539814648153179124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5539814648153179124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/dating-101.html' title='Dating 101'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-3095929692721658136</id><published>2011-05-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:13:33.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns1pwrQ9A4w/TdBlE9UiqQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERN2NIPsHbY/s1600/2010-09-05_15-02-04_fb_MG_8333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns1pwrQ9A4w/TdBlE9UiqQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERN2NIPsHbY/s320/2010-09-05_15-02-04_fb_MG_8333.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Warming  chocolate penetrates the air; pulling at our very core. Gently taking  our thoughts and lifting them to dance. An aura surrounds us and we are  linked by the bonds of chocolate magnetism. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pampering    yourself chocolate is something dreams are made of. Whether  you are    ready to experience the Cocoa Spa treatments first hand or  do it    yourself in a moment of home tranquility, you will see, feel,  and taste    chocolate in a whole new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love our Traveler's Chocolate Mask.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Simply add 1 Tablespoon Traveler's with 1 teaspoon cranberry juice (or water) and heat for 15 seconds. Mix until smooth. I like to let it cool a bit and add 1 tablespoon yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;The Mask will darken and get very glossy in about 5 minutes. Just rinse it off, use a gentle cleanser and finish with a moisturizer. Then enjoy your soft skin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-3095929692721658136?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3095929692721658136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/05/natural-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3095929692721658136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3095929692721658136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2011/05/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ns1pwrQ9A4w/TdBlE9UiqQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERN2NIPsHbY/s72-c/2010-09-05_15-02-04_fb_MG_8333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-8676099988579497615</id><published>2010-06-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:50:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fondue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TBGTwSGcxsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zGN6PiQrUkI/s1600/affair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TBGTwSGcxsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zGN6PiQrUkI/s320/affair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today as I sat with some friends talking about chocolate, it slipped out that I had never actually had fondue. Any fondue that I can remember - not even with my own chocolate. When I got home I made a white cake. When it was hot from the oven, I placed it on an oven mitt in the middle of the table where my children and I enjoyed the warm and soft treat. The big boys were getting ready to leave for a tennis party and that is when it hit. I tell everyone how wonderful Traveler's Chocolate is for fondue and yet I've never actually had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Traveler's chocolate poured over fruit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in and on my pancakes&lt;br /&gt;on my steak&lt;br /&gt;to drink&lt;br /&gt;as a face mask&lt;br /&gt;in my cereal&lt;br /&gt;"raw" &lt;br /&gt;as a brownie&lt;br /&gt;chocolate lava&lt;br /&gt;on chicken&lt;br /&gt;in a salad&lt;br /&gt;with bell peppers&lt;br /&gt;as finger paint&lt;br /&gt;I made chocolate lipstick and kissed my son's cheek to leave a chocolate kiss mark&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry fudge&lt;br /&gt;blackberry fudge&lt;br /&gt;with bananas&lt;br /&gt;with cheese&lt;br /&gt;on apple pie&lt;br /&gt;on cherry pie&lt;br /&gt;rhubarb and chocolate sauce for ice cream&lt;br /&gt;even as a dip &lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on&lt;br /&gt;but I have never had it formally as fondue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why, but I am scared of the idea of fondue. So tonight I will prepare myself to make the next jump in culinary excitement and enter this world. A melting pot of chocolate, little skewers, mini marshmallows, and some peanut butter to add a little depth. My youngest son and I will build a fort in our living room, bring in a lamp and blanket and I'll read to him while we snack on Traveler's fondue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to happy chocolate thoughts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-8676099988579497615?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8676099988579497615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-fondue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8676099988579497615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8676099988579497615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-fondue.html' title='No Fondue?'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TBGTwSGcxsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zGN6PiQrUkI/s72-c/affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-6474399826159087485</id><published>2010-06-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:09:32.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Wars</title><content type='html'>In&amp;nbsp; every part of life there is a little adventure. This morning our adventure took a chocolate turn. Unloading our car from a trip to Spokane WA, the first thing that hit me was a wave of chocolate aroma. The smell penetrated the air slowly, overtaking the ozone left by the morning rain. Next I'm hit with blackberry and raspberry tones; the essences swirl though the open chocolate currents. The power of the chocolate actually ignites the still waking energy within me and guides me into action. The car is now empty, ready for its next assignment: bringing a large wagon, 10 pounds of flour and empty milk jug to 4th grade covered wagon expedition to the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-6474399826159087485?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6474399826159087485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6474399826159087485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6474399826159087485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-wars.html' title='Chocolate Wars'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-438810469450994144</id><published>2010-06-02T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:56:18.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chocolate Blanky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbHr06WOTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XOAKi-zrc_s/s1600/P5290127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbHr06WOTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XOAKi-zrc_s/s320/P5290127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last week was a farewell to&amp;nbsp;our family as we knew it. Exploring the San Juan Islands and hiking the forests along the Hood Canal made for a great send off. &lt;br /&gt;On Friday my son graduates, although this is a wonderful event it also represents a dynamic change; the beginning of a new chapter. So as I write this the Muppets sing quietly along while fond memories play in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saying goodbye, going away &lt;br /&gt;Seems like goodbye's such a hard thing to say &lt;br /&gt;Touching our hands, wondering why&lt;br /&gt;It's time for saying goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye, why is it sad? &lt;br /&gt;Makes us remember the good times we've had &lt;br /&gt;Much more to say, foolish to try &lt;br /&gt;It's time for saying goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to leave, but we both know &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its better to go &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know, we'll meet again &lt;br /&gt;Not sure quite where and I don't know just when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart, so until then &lt;br /&gt;It's time for saying goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know, we'll meet again &lt;br /&gt;Not sure quite where and I don't know just when &lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart so until then &lt;br /&gt;Wanna smile &lt;br /&gt;Wanna cry &lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la, la la la la &lt;br /&gt;It's time for saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;La la la la, la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la-la la la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyrics: &lt;u&gt;Saying Goodbye&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Muppets&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Blanky:&lt;br /&gt;1 ripe banana sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Traveler's Rich melted in 1/4 cup water (together in the microwave)&lt;br /&gt;Put the sliced bananas in a bowl and blanket the chocolate sauce on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simply comforting.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-438810469450994144?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/438810469450994144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-blanky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/438810469450994144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/438810469450994144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-blanky.html' title='A Chocolate Blanky'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbHr06WOTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XOAKi-zrc_s/s72-c/P5290127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-4797030457706725020</id><published>2010-05-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:45:11.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_1ReERg1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DTrZYvM6xy8/s1600/DSC04454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_1ReERg1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DTrZYvM6xy8/s320/DSC04454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not sure if giving all you have in all you do can offset disappointment when the end result turns out to be 180 degrees from what you worked for. As it usually happens, when one drop of rains falls all the other drops come right along.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I may be getting cold and soaked, the grass will get greener from all the water.&lt;br /&gt;Here is to finding joy in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tablespoon peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;One tablespoon milk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chocolate (dark milk 41%)&lt;br /&gt;Microwave and stir after 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;One teary movie&lt;br /&gt;A box of klenex&lt;br /&gt;And a rainy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-4797030457706725020?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4797030457706725020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-it-rains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4797030457706725020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4797030457706725020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_1ReERg1AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DTrZYvM6xy8/s72-c/DSC04454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-9223349498041034451</id><published>2010-05-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:39:45.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Memory of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_vr1rBJpdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDmTM2ePYL4/s1600/DSC04448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_vr1rBJpdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDmTM2ePYL4/s320/DSC04448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Years ago I attempted to bake my mother a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting from scratch. I vividly remember measuring everything and mixing it all up by hand. In the oven went the cake. While the cake was baking I made the frosting. Once the sugar was added to the cocoa powder I began sampling. The flavor had to be just right. This was my very first attempt at a gourmet cake. My mother was and is a master in the kitchen. Her kitchen talent grew every year and I wanted to be like her and share that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cake finished I put the bottom layer on the plate. Then I put a layer of frosting. The top layer of cake next and as I was trying to complete the frosting the top cake layer kept sliding all over. Unfortunately, when you try to frost a cake fresh out of the oven the frosting melts like crazy and soon I had a chocolate blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought I'd throw this attempt in the garbage my mom walked in. She tasted my cake with attention and care one would give the finest foods. We both laughed and have never forgotten the mudslide cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I realized I'd given out directions for a Traveler's Brownie. Then last night remembered I'd forgotten a few key ingredients. So I made the recipe as it was and the result made me smile. Considering the Mudslide was a two layer cake and this was supposed to be brownies we'll call it Lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not even know where to begin on it's flavor or texture. First imagine warm chocolate. The base it is thick almost like a custard, it is dark like a midnight sky and the warm soft chocolate pieces highlight the depth like the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups Traveler's&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;350 degree oven&lt;br /&gt;spread in greased 8x8 pan&lt;br /&gt;Bake17 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Eat while warm and smile!!! YUMMMY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-9223349498041034451?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9223349498041034451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/memory-of-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/9223349498041034451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/9223349498041034451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/memory-of-mom.html' title='The Memory of Mom'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_vr1rBJpdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDmTM2ePYL4/s72-c/DSC04448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7414271381460920769</id><published>2010-05-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:31:30.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_acG_fDXZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IEfCNGcT52E/s1600/DSC04395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_acG_fDXZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IEfCNGcT52E/s320/DSC04395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning a quack woke me. Not the person kind of quack but a real one. The quack of our duck Qwackers. It was just about 5:00 and the sun was just making its way into the east sky. And there is was again...QUACK. Getting out of bed, grabbing my robe I make my way down stairs. Immediately upon opening the front door there she was sticking her neck inside as if she's saying, "Well aren't you going to invite me in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling I took Qwacks back to her house, this woke the horses who moved from their barn to the gate looking for a treat, the cats emerged from their hiding places and the bunnies were already eating dew moistened grass. I let the dogs out and noticed a few weeds in the gravel and pulled them. One thing led to another and by 6:30 I'd cleaned the barn, gathered brush that had fallen in the wind and put that in our leaf burn pile, did&amp;nbsp; a burn (no marshmallows), filled in several holes in the pasture dug by the dogs in search of a mole, checked on the kittens, repaired the fence, walked the yard, and made breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had scrambled eggs, toast, and chocolate apple. My friend owns Middleton Organics Farms and brought cider and Apples Galore (apples in a jar :). I put the apples in a bowl, their hints of cinnamon, delicate sauce and a sprinkle of Rich/Original Traveler's Chocolate helped create a refreshing bite of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7414271381460920769?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7414271381460920769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-morning-chores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7414271381460920769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7414271381460920769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-morning-chores.html' title='Early Morning Chores'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_acG_fDXZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IEfCNGcT52E/s72-c/DSC04395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-5433865707747099243</id><published>2010-05-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:02:09.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A chocolate angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_L_XzGvg8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TruVWx5YSZc/s1600/P1010054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_L_XzGvg8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TruVWx5YSZc/s320/P1010054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rain awoke me this morning; its patter on the rock pathway outside my window, the sound of droplets adding their touch to the river at the end of the path. I just stayed in bed looking out the window watching the leaves bend with the weight of water just before the water falls off to hit the leaf below making its way to the ground in a practiced pattern. I eventually rolled out of bed and tied my robe as I made my way to wake my son for school. Rainy days have a way of bring a sense of peace throughout the house. The air feels clean and fresh and quiet. Entering my son's room and golden ray touched the pillow next to the little boy snuggled beneath his white down comforter. My heart lifted as we shared a silent moment together. Just as I reached out to rub his back in an attenpt to wake him up, my eyes caught a note which read:&lt;br /&gt;"If I don't wake up pour a cup of cold water on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little mischief inside every angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINI CHOCOLATE CHIP ANGEL CAKES&lt;br /&gt;11  egg whites, 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons cake flour, 1 1/2 cups  sugar, 1 1/4 tsp cream of tartar, 1/2 tsp  salt, 1 tsp vanilla, 4 ounces&amp;nbsp;chocolate buttons (ground), 1  cup confectioners' sugar, 2 tbsp milk, Place  egg whites in a large mixing bowl and allow to stand at room  temperature 30 to 60 minutes. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Line  regular size muffin tins with paper bake cups.Sift  together flour and 1/2 cup sugar three times; set aside. Beat egg  whites until foamy. Add cream of tartar and salt. Beat until soft peaks  form. Add vanilla. Add remaining sugar, 2 tablespoons at a time, to egg  white mixture, beating well after each addition. Beat until glossy,  stiff peaks form. Fold flour mixture into egg white mixture 1/2 cup at a  time. Fold in chocolate chips.Place about 1/3 cup batter into  each paper cup. Bake 15 to 17 minutes or until light brown and cakes  spring back when lightly touched. Remove to wire rack immediately to  cool.Whisk together confectioners' sugar and milk until smooth.  Brush onto cakes. Let stand at room temperature until set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-5433865707747099243?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5433865707747099243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/chocolate-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5433865707747099243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/5433865707747099243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/chocolate-angel.html' title='A chocolate angel'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_L_XzGvg8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TruVWx5YSZc/s72-c/P1010054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7472219908123820067</id><published>2010-05-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:56:54.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hints of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_FK5-bILtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4M7lcAzmMFU/s1600/create.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_FK5-bILtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4M7lcAzmMFU/s320/create.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our spring weather; windy, windy, windy and cool. That is until this weekend. The days began early as the fresh aromas of sweet blooming jasmine entered the room through the open window. I joyfully worked in the garden beds, found patience while battling Bermuda grass, and sat so still under the almond trees the bunnies came out of their hiding place in the barn to join me. The strawberries are pink, the raspberries are budding, the cherries are abundant, the pears are growing, the plums are green, and the almonds are everywhere. Gazing into the cherry trees a memory came to life. As a little girl I sit in the cherry tree with my very best friend and eat until our tummies were content!&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we had a little taste of summer. Using pastry shells I cut and shaped them into silver dollars then filled them with fresh whipped cream and some with chocolate cream. Then I garnished them with fresh fruit and served them along with sun tea and mint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7472219908123820067?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7472219908123820067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/hints-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7472219908123820067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7472219908123820067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/hints-of-summer.html' title='Hints of Summer'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S_FK5-bILtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4M7lcAzmMFU/s72-c/create.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1383772262000968995</id><published>2010-05-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:27:40.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spicy Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-w2aPFfChI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jB2ET1fry9k/s1600/DSC04391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-w2aPFfChI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jB2ET1fry9k/s320/DSC04391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks we have watched our horses graze the pasture. We have calmed their fears and have formed trust. Still the breaking of wild horses is delicate. It is not quite the wild yelling and whipping you see in the movies - at least not around here. Yesterday my son and his friend went out and palled around with them and got the notion to mount up - bareback. Sporting courage my son gently brought a horse to the fence while treating him with carrots while his friend slipped onto the horses back. Leading the horse with his arm around the underneath of the horses head they began to walk. As things looked good my son lowered his arm and..... off they went meandering to look for fresh grasses. The rider made it 10 feet before slipping off. And the brave cowboys approached the kitchen bar with stories to tell over a glass of milk and spicy chocolate nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spicy Traveler's Chocolate (1/4 cup T.C. and 2 tbsp water heated together in the microwave 15 seconds - then stirred and poured over the chips).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1383772262000968995?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1383772262000968995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/spicy-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1383772262000968995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1383772262000968995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/spicy-cowboy.html' title='The Spicy Cowboy'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-w2aPFfChI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jB2ET1fry9k/s72-c/DSC04391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-8220361912566198857</id><published>2010-05-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:48:28.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The picnic table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-qxnegHsEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/im9hS6QBq6c/s1600/DSC04345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-qxnegHsEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/im9hS6QBq6c/s320/DSC04345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The picnic table in the tree yard highlights memories hidden on most days. My oldest built it one sunny afternoon and set it in the orchard. Over time it has moved yards, been used as a step stool, ladder, a mountain, and cave. It has held picnics and supported quiet conversations. I believe today it will present an after school treasure of soft white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;(bring those three to a boil - stirring)&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat and continue to boil for 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from heat and mix in 8 large marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;Add two cups white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Pour into dish and let sit 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat with a spoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-8220361912566198857?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8220361912566198857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/picnic-table.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8220361912566198857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8220361912566198857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/picnic-table.html' title='The picnic table'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S-qxnegHsEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/im9hS6QBq6c/s72-c/DSC04345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1432082936935862696</id><published>2010-05-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:01:29.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberry salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>White Chocolate Asparagus Strawberry Salad</title><content type='html'>After taking my big son to the doctor for a check up on his arm, I saw a sign for fresh asparagus. As a child my mother always made a hollandaise sauce to compliment the dark green spears. I normally use lemon juice and a little salt. In thinking of the white sauce, and seeing the bright blue sky scattered with clouds - white chocolate came to mind. A friend shared a strawberry salad recipe with me and I added the white chocolate. A perfect match&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;2 cups asparagus, cut in pieces and blanched&lt;br /&gt;2 cups strawberries, sliced &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup ground white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Dressing&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons honey&lt;br /&gt;Toss the asparagus and strawberries together in a bowl. In a small bowl, combine the dressing ingredients and mix well. Pour dressing over salad and toss.&lt;br /&gt;Chill before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1432082936935862696?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1432082936935862696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-chocolate-asparagus-strawberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1432082936935862696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1432082936935862696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-chocolate-asparagus-strawberry.html' title='White Chocolate Asparagus Strawberry Salad'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-3339745781893006972</id><published>2010-05-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day Chocolate Lemon Cake</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day. What beautiful day! The sky is bright and the birds are singing and we are outside enjoying the day. For a treat I thought.... lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made chocolate cake with Traveler's chocolate. Dusted it liberally with powdered sugar and then pour a chocolate lemon glaze on top. Serving it with fresh blueberries and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveler's Cake: 1 1/2 cup Traveler's chocolate, one egg, 1/2 cup butter, 1/2 cup flour, 1/4 cup milk, 1 tsp baking powder. Bake at 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze: 1/2 cup Traveler's chocolate, 2 Tbsp lemon zest (rind), 2 Tbsp lemon juice, 2 Tbsp water. Heat in microwave for 20 seconds. Stir. Let rest for 5 minutes and pour onto cake (over the powdered sugar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-3339745781893006972?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3339745781893006972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-chocolate-lemon-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3339745781893006972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/3339745781893006972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-chocolate-lemon-cake.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Chocolate Lemon Cake'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-4518917355210466021</id><published>2010-05-06T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Holy Bonkers... Chocolate Linguini</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1/4 butter, 1 1/4 cup cream, 1/2 clove garlic  (optional), 1 cups parmesan cheese, 1/2 cup rich Travaler's chocolate,  1/4 cup frsh parsley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Melt butter in a medium saucepan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; over  medium low heat. Add cream and simmer for 5 minutes, then add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; chocolate,  garlic, and cheese and whisk until incorporated. Serve and enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-4518917355210466021?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4518917355210466021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/holy-bonkers-chocolate-linguini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4518917355210466021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4518917355210466021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/05/holy-bonkers-chocolate-linguini.html' title='Holy Bonkers... Chocolate Linguini'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-4399898752318785174</id><published>2010-04-30T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Strudel</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chocolate cake with cinnamon strudel topping:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strudel - 1/2 c. brown sugar, 2 tbsp. flour, 2 tsp. cinnamon, 2 tbsp.  melted  butter. Cake: 1/4 c. sugar, 1 cup Traveler's chocolate, 1/4 c.  shortening, 1 c. flour, 1 egg, 1/2 c.  milk, 2 tsp. baking powder -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bake  at 375 (strudel on top of batter) about 20 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a very rich and dense cake. It was a very happy way to end the evening. After spending time with the horses, trying to teach the duck to like fish (she keeps throwing them to the side - she really likes night crawlers), fishing for bass, trying to keep the dogs from chasing the rabbits, and getting ready for May day. The chocolate cake, warm honey tea, and Sense and Sensibility really helped unwind the nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-4399898752318785174?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4399898752318785174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-strudel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4399898752318785174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4399898752318785174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-strudel.html' title='Chocolate Strudel'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7841107478646999075</id><published>2010-04-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>The last week had me up ladders, in trees, and under the house getting things ready for summer. It never fails, right when you think things are in order something shows up that needs attention. Right now it is the windows. The seals are broken and the fog is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course foggy windows had me begin thinking about chocolate. The first few times I tried to temper chocolate resulted in foggy ugly looking instantly melting chocolate. I had imagined a beautiful truffle, or caramel, or bar. A dark glossy smooth result that would shine in my eyes like the brightest star. But Blah! Over and over again I could not produce the result I wanted. I read books, got a small tempering pot (that seriously over cooked the chocolate), all to no luck - well maybe a hit one in a thousand. I felt like Charlie Brown flying a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows need replacing. There is no question about that. So beautiful chocolate is what my nerves need when thinking about the upcoming cost. In my kitchen there is a large tub filled with Traveler's chocolate. On this day I did nothing to it. I grabbed a spoon and scooped. I placed the chocolate powder in my mouth and let it sit there as my palate moistened. The chocolate began to melt and dissolve, it was like imagining the fog lifting from the windows and sunlight, bright and crisp, shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7841107478646999075?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7841107478646999075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7841107478646999075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7841107478646999075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7851109352938048639</id><published>2010-04-23T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Tom Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9Jpb-tmliI/AAAAAAAAABg/BQ_bqiE6VXY/s1600/DSC04294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9Jpb-tmliI/AAAAAAAAABg/BQ_bqiE6VXY/s320/DSC04294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9Jp5DCNIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/URnWHx-Wi60/s1600/DSC04293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9Jp5DCNIjI/AAAAAAAAABo/URnWHx-Wi60/s320/DSC04293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I wonder the thoughts and images that float through the mind of a little boy when he is exploring. My littlest boy got out his kayak, took the dog, and his duck for an adventure in the river. An explorer at heart he paddled around then docked along the bank. He tried catching a fish with his hand and then drug the boat ashore and led his crew to a picnic lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7851109352938048639?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7851109352938048639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/tom-sawyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7851109352938048639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7851109352938048639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/tom-sawyer.html' title='Tom Sawyer'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9Jpb-tmliI/AAAAAAAAABg/BQ_bqiE6VXY/s72-c/DSC04294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-4210708159392090442</id><published>2010-04-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Mini Pie</title><content type='html'>Talking with Columbia Crest this afternoon the topic of mini pies came up (we were talking about our Mother's day event). So I made some mini pie crusts, tart size. I gave my littlest boy the reins; whipping cream, Travelers, all natural raspberry lollipops, and basically what ever he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the kitchen aid out of the corner, he chose the flat beater, one tablespoon of butter. He used a half cup of HOT water, a cup and a half of Traveler's and started mixing. The chocolate melted down well - a few pieces remained :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added the whipping cream - really too warm to thicken up. He replaced the flat beater with the whisk and started the machine back up. Of course he turned it on full blast and the hum of the motor raised as did the smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kind of spooned (poured) the mixture into the pie shells and put them in the fridge. About 15 minutes later he put them in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dessert this evening we had homemade mini ice cream pie with lollipops stuck on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-4210708159392090442?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4210708159392090442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/mini-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4210708159392090442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4210708159392090442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/mini-pie.html' title='Mini Pie'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7252839106918498911</id><published>2010-04-22T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Does this have chocolate in it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9C1PxSbFMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ChCgqa3yUhY/s1600/mallard_ducklings_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9C1PxSbFMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ChCgqa3yUhY/s320/mallard_ducklings_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting around the dinner table last night - we played guess what is in the food. Yes, we have fun trying to guess flavors and seasonings. Our drink last night was a cranberry and fresh lemon drink. And my 16 year old looked into his glass and tasted it, then said "did you put chocolate in this?". Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ribs and rice as our main course. Guess where the chocolate was? Yes, the rice. Who would have thought dirty rice would taste so good. I think what many people don't know is that chocolate actually enhances flavors. I only used about 1 tblsp of Traveler's in the rice. I mixed it in as I turned the heat down to simmer. It really does bring out the flat taste of rice, but when eaten along with the ribs - the flavor is enhanced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cleaned their plates and went outside for a bike ride. It is going to be weird when my oldest is in college next year. When the boys were very little, I'd brush their teeth and put them in the bike trailer and tell them stores as we road the quiet streets. By the time we were home they'd be drifting off to sleep. As time continued on they learned to ride on their own and soon life cut our rides out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year we dusted the handle bars off and we ride "to the stop sign and back" - about 5 miles. It feels like we are ending the same way we began. I am so thankful my boys still enjoy these simple things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ride, I feel like a mama duck with her three ducklings surrounding her, with one whose just got his flight feathers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7252839106918498911?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7252839106918498911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-this-have-chocolate-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7252839106918498911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7252839106918498911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-this-have-chocolate-in-it.html' title='Does this have chocolate in it?'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S9C1PxSbFMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ChCgqa3yUhY/s72-c/mallard_ducklings_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1333768561982276219</id><published>2010-04-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>The Grape Juice Chocolate</title><content type='html'>If chocolate and wine go together, then what about chocolate and grape juice? For this experiment I used Traveler's Rich chocolate and Welshes Concord grape juice and again with the white grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used about 3/4 cup juice and 2 1/2 tablespoons Traveler's chocolate. I heated them both up in the microwave stirring every 10-15 seconds. I didn't want to overheat the sugars or the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you are a sweet tooth then you will like if not love this drink!! It was too sweet for me! Maybe if I add a scoop of peanut butter and melt that along with it, then it will taste like a liquid peanut butter and jelly drink.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this could be really good over some ice cream this summer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1333768561982276219?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1333768561982276219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/grape-juice-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1333768561982276219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1333768561982276219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/grape-juice-chocolate.html' title='The Grape Juice Chocolate'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-6596618755436519189</id><published>2010-04-19T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Follow-up</title><content type='html'>The Chocolate Chili&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds ground beef&lt;br /&gt;2 small/medium onions&lt;br /&gt;2 celery stocks&lt;br /&gt;2 cups spicy V8 (you can use regular if you'd like)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans kidney beans (keep the stock)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Travelers Spicy Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large pot add everything except beef. Turn on medium high heat. Brown beef in a pan, drain fat and put beef into the pot. Mix it all up, cover, and let cook on low heat for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Salad Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you turn your nose in the air, you should try this. &lt;br /&gt;One bag mixed young greens&lt;br /&gt;one green pepper sliced or diced&lt;br /&gt;About 1 cup of cauliflower &lt;br /&gt;carrots sliced or diced&lt;br /&gt;Summer squash, about a cup&lt;br /&gt;Chopped pecans, about a handful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing (make ahead about 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Traveler's Rich chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 tblsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt and pepper (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the water and chocolate together in microwave for about 15 seconds, stir return to microwave for about 10 seconds stir (repeat until chocolate is melted and NOT BOILING). Add oil and red wine vinegar. mix together and enjoy your chocolate salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-6596618755436519189?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6596618755436519189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6596618755436519189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6596618755436519189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/follow-up.html' title='Follow-up'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1349332963247079675</id><published>2010-04-18T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>The speed of a weekend</title><content type='html'>Sometimes our lives seem to move so quickly we have no idea where the time went. This weekend was one of those times. We had lacrosse games, tennis matches, and a never ending supply of work around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Traveler's chocolate came in several dishes this weekend. The first as chili seasoning and the second as salad dressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the recipes after I get the kids to bed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1349332963247079675?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1349332963247079675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/speed-of-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1349332963247079675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1349332963247079675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/speed-of-weekend.html' title='The speed of a weekend'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-1003535695079271034</id><published>2010-04-15T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:50:13.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate in the morning</title><content type='html'>It never seems to change. One of the first things I think  of in the morning is chocolate. Today, after last night's yogurt and chocolate lobby party, I showered and went right for the Traveler's bag. I had a little tasting spoon and scooped some out to just eat as is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about waking up and knowing that no matter what you can start off with something special. As I ate my tiny spoon full of chocolate powder it dawned on me, when I do this I am actually taking the time to stop and savor the moment... right where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I am writing this I am sitting on the hotel bed... the room filled with chocolate chaos... and to my left is a simple reflection of peace, my sleeping son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-1003535695079271034?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1003535695079271034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1003535695079271034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/1003535695079271034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-in-morning.html' title='Chocolate in the morning'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-7343282457366155679</id><published>2010-04-14T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>The three day stretch</title><content type='html'>This week I have been on the road. Currently in Kent Washington. My son and shared lunch at Fondi and enjoyed some of their flat bread. We decided to try a spicy Traveler's sauce on the flat bread with pieces of fresh mozzarella cheese. We definitely caught the attention of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is such an easy way to meet people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking into the hotel the receptionist asked what we were doing in the area and my son quickly stated chocolate. Well the receptionist and guests started a whole conversation that lasted 10 minutes at least.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are meeting in the lobby and sharing a simple snack. We've bought vanilla yogurt and are putting Traveler's rich powder directly on top. I am willing to bet it tastes like chocolate chip cookie dough (I'll let you know tomorrow)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-7343282457366155679?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7343282457366155679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-day-stretch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7343282457366155679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/7343282457366155679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-day-stretch.html' title='The three day stretch'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-2869956318023141649</id><published>2010-04-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Food Show Down</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after our visit to Columbia Crest I took my boys home and ran to the auto repair to get my breaks and rotors done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making small talk to the men beside me our conversation went to food. The Food Network was on the television mounted high on the wall. The show playing was a food showdown. Shrimp and grits. We were all drooling within 10 minutes. Then a showdown for fried chicken came on and again my tummy grumbled with desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for the car I drove to the grocery store where I picked up "fresh" chicken and grits. At home I made my own flour for the chicken, I used Jonny's Dock seasoning, paprika, and a touch of baking soda. I rinsed, dried, then rested the chicken in half and half for several minutes the coated the chicken in the fours mixture and fried it (each side for 8 minutes) then I placed it in a 400 degree oven for a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the grits with cream and Jack cheese with a little chicken stock I had in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That definitely hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for lunch I pulled the grits from yesterday out and thought Traveler's. I took the Spicy Traveler's from the shelf and put about a 1/2 tablespoon on top of about a 1/2 cup of the grits  and reheated them in the microwave for about 45 seconds, mixed it all up, closed my eyes, smelled them, took a spoon and placed some of the spicy chocolate cheese grits in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared to be instantly sick, but on the contrary, they were good. It was creamy, sweet from the corn and spicy from the peppers, and it was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-2869956318023141649?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2869956318023141649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-show-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/2869956318023141649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/2869956318023141649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-show-down.html' title='Food Show Down'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-6268773356065824569</id><published>2010-04-11T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>With a touch of raspberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S8HNWvCQCdI/AAAAAAAAABA/F3-MAXsuBaY/s1600/DSC04273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S8HNWvCQCdI/AAAAAAAAABA/F3-MAXsuBaY/s320/DSC04273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458870013816474066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the day at Columbia Crest winery, it was kite day. The weather was perfect for flying, the winds were strong and the air had a slight crisp feel. There was a local artist painting in the front hall and kids playing all around. People were picnicking and of course we could not forget the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;I brought some butter thin crackers (taste like a flat waffle cone),some cheesecake filling and made a rich traveler's sauce with a handful of fresh raspberries (2 cups Traveler's) and about a 4 to 1 ratio of water (Traveler's to water). I had that heating on a hot plate to keep it soft.&lt;br /&gt;We spread the cheesecake on the cracker and drizzled the chocolate on top. Yummy. It was enjoyed by all those who tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-6268773356065824569?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6268773356065824569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-touch-of-raspberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6268773356065824569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/6268773356065824569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/with-touch-of-raspberry.html' title='With a touch of raspberry'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/S8HNWvCQCdI/AAAAAAAAABA/F3-MAXsuBaY/s72-c/DSC04273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-8450511202958592394</id><published>2010-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:08:15.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Midnight Brownie</title><content type='html'>I sometimes question if sleep in truly a part of the day. We live out in the country, we have one car and an uncountable amount of schedule changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was spent entirely in the car. My children were troopers. Everytime we headed for home something changed. We went from band concert, break service, to band concert to band concert to unplanned jazz concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final concert of the evening gave my oldest son (18) and my youngest (9) the chance to watch Pete's Dragon in the parking lot. Concentrating on the movie actors and voices we were able to place a majority of the main characters to other Disney films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally pulled into the driveway at 10:30. Remembering we have a kite flying picnic (today) and another concert (in an hour) I needed to make a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midnight brownie - no eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Rich Travelers Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flower&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1tsp baking soda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greased and floured 8x8 pan, 350 degree oven. I melted the butter, mixed the flour in the the Traveler's and added all the other ingredients then put it into the pan. I baked it for about 18 and let it cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:45 tasted the brownies and smiled!! The are very dark and very rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-8450511202958592394?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8450511202958592394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/midnight-brownie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8450511202958592394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8450511202958592394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/midnight-brownie.html' title='Midnight Brownie'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-8722491198958110027</id><published>2010-04-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>The Traveler's Mocha</title><content type='html'>As I reluctantly rolled out of bed at 4:00 this morning to make a dash to the airport, I decided to bring along my highschoolers so I would not have to drive all the way back home (30 minutes) and then drive all the way back into town the moment I entered the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a slight grumble from the boys. On the way to sit in the school parking lot until the doors opened, I found my eyes wanting to shut. The wind hushed along the windows, "Maren sleep". I pulled off the road and into the parking lot of an all night diner. I rested my head on the steering wheel for a moment and woke up. Getting out of the car I made my way to the bar where several other early risers sat quietly staring at their eggs and toast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the biggest coffee drinker in the world I ordered a very week cup of Joe. Still not liking the flavor I remembered the bag of Traveler's Rich Chocolate in the car. Raising my brow in curiosity I took a plastic spoon and my coffee to the car. There I proceeded to place 2 spoonfuls into the hot liquid and to my surprise I drank the whole cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun began to rise over the Columbia River my energy renewed and I was able to finish the morning with only one hitch..... I forgot it was garbage day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-8722491198958110027?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8722491198958110027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/travelers-mocha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8722491198958110027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/8722491198958110027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/travelers-mocha.html' title='The Traveler&apos;s Mocha'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-484679735617324250</id><published>2010-04-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Basic Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 5:30 to get my son to jazz band is not an easy task. I must have hit the snooze button at least three times while trying to figure out where I was. Before the alarm my dream was so peaceful, calm, and quiet. Then the trees changed colors from lightly blooming pink and white to deep dark shades of blues and reds and the air was full of BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely made it into my sons' rooms with my eyes open (I was using the walls as guides). I pulled the covers off the kids and sent them to the showers. I found my way back to my pillow for a moment and then slid down the stairs to the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my Traveler's Chocolate(T.C.) I began the morning with a very basic hot chocolate. I used two tablespoons of T.C. and 3/4 cup of boiling water. I whisked it together and Holy Mama!!!! That was an awesome way to start the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving everyone to school and the gym and then back to school, I fed the horses, dogs, cats, rabbits, and duck. I've looked at the laundry several times and made the beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still smiling about the cup of hot chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-484679735617324250?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/484679735617324250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/basic-hot-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/484679735617324250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/484679735617324250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/basic-hot-chocolate.html' title='Basic Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943451239043386830.post-4757605901178370828</id><published>2010-04-06T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:00:33.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelers chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>In the beginning</title><content type='html'>In the beginning there was chocolate. I know this as it has been told to me that chocolate was and is the food of the Gods! It has also been told to me that chocolate is the best replacement for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I write this, my husband is slowly packing his bags for a "trip" overseas with the United States Military (he is Navy but called by the Army for this trip) and I am playing with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for chocolate began when I was very small, maybe 3 at my earliest memory. Chocolate memories always stay clear in focus. Chocolate is the connecting line from my childhood all the way into my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few months I developed a product made from chocolate. It is a powder (I call it Traveler's Chocolate). I am going to use Traveler's Chocolate every single day while my husband is deployed. I will make note of the recipes and results and maybe post a video for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a chef; I am not a chocolatier by trade. I am a mother of three boys. And that is where I have received my training in foods. Strictly on the job. So everything I do with chocolate from here on can be done by anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943451239043386830-4757605901178370828?l=travelerschocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4757605901178370828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4757605901178370828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943451239043386830/posts/default/4757605901178370828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travelerschocolate.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning'/><author><name>The Chocolate Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00010765889934926829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ByM_TQDJzg/TAbCtrgZH_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xjZPTmWvUvQ/S220/marble+cake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
