The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Tea continued...
I have been drinking waaaay too much tea lately. Currently I am surveying a kitchen littered with tea boxes, royal dansk butter cookies, the case for the last season of Fraggle Rock, and a wayward resume stained with Earl Grey. Job interviews have been interesting. Not in the thought provoking night at the theater kind of way. Rather, the experience is reminiscent of the blind date from hell a well meaning friend set you up with for a lark. You smile a lot, mentally freak out, second guess, you wonder if you sound like an idiot when you're talking about the social ramifications of Sesame Street. Before you ask, yes, it can come up in kitchen interviews. And no, the way Cookie Monster eats is not a manifestation of repressed sexuality. Can you guess what I have been up to the past few days? Fingers crossed, lovelies, that I may have a new kitchen home soon.
Admittedly, I am a cad. I should be promoting the hell out of Sweet Intentions. Instead of diving into my project, my baby, I got thumped in the stomach with a curveball from the Universe. The boyfriend had to have some extensive knee surgery and was on strict bed rest for a week. Now he finds out (the day before returning to work, no less) that he has to work in D.C. for the next 3 months. Life, you imp, you. My apartment looks like a packing tornado rent through it, and- shoving emotions aside- it's a slight shock to the system having never lived alone. How the hell does a person cook for 1 anyway? And no, I will not be that crazy pet lady who makes candlelight suppers that are dog and cat friendly. We shall just have to see how this goes, I suppose.Â
NOW let's get back to the fun stuff!Â
In my past life I was the Pastry Chef for the Franklin Fountain. Located right here in Old City, Philadelphia, it was definitely one of those experiences that is truly unique. Owned by Ryan and Eric Berley, their world is truly realized within brick and mortar. Step over the threshold, and you are completely inundated with authentic turn of the century charm complete with wise cracking soda jerks clad in bow ties and snoods. I was lovingly referred to as "The Basement Troll" due to my humble kitchen. Okay okay, it really is a stretch calling the tiny sliver of the Fountain basement (complete with a tiny toaster convection looking oven that made one pan of brownies at a time) a kitchen. Ice cream, sundaes, sodas, pies, cakes, brownies, candy...I was partly responsible for the cavities a lot of the soda jerks ended up with. I am probably also partly responsible for their future diabetes as well.
It seems only right that this candy bar encompass my happiest memories of my Franklin Fountain family. The Birch Beer Malted, hello friend. Birch oil infused caramel, malted milk chocolate nougat, a touch of malt kissing a velveteen coating of milk chocolate. Two sassy finger snaps and a shimmy of ecstasy for you, darling! A soda fountain classic, minus the straw. And the glass. And...well, this one can be shipped anywhere with a cold pack. No fuss, no muss, just the bliss of creamy dreamy goodness melting on your tongue.Â
You know that before I leave I have to plug the campaign, right? I want you dreaming about receiving your bars of chocolate bliss. You need this. And I need the cash flow to make your wants and needs a reality. Soooo, let's help each other out. Contribute, spread the word, like the hell out of this! Contributions of $75 and above receive the added bonus of a gorgeous 935 silver "Sweet" pendant and chain courtesy of the lovely and talented Jennifer Wong. More about her in the next blog post;) So in the mean time check out the campaign, love it since you know you want to, and let's move forward. Until next time my dears....
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/sweet-intentions