Dinner with a chocolatier
I had the distinct pleasure of dining with a chocolatier tonight. I spent the night haphazardly picking at my food not quite tasting what I was eating as I sat enthralled. I was dining with a friend who was talking about her time in Paris and her love for chocolate. Her face came alive as her hands danced in the air, rolling imaginary melted chocolate until it reached the right temperature. Her hands brushed against her chin as she checked the temperature of her make believe chocolate. Her eyes recoiled in shock at remembering how Sofitel Metropole chefs in Hanoi microwaved their chocolate to melt it.
I had the rare pleasure of being absolutely entranced by the passion exuded by another. I could see her mind beginning to switch over from the English she was speaking to me to the French she was remembering in and within minutes French, Vietnamese and English all gave way to her joy for chocolat. While the rain teamed down around us I felt a world away. For a brief moment in hot, rainy, sweltering Saigon I felt like I was in Paris watching this passionate chocolatier at work.