Well it’s supposed to be cream-filled chocolates day.  How cliché.  I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day, right? Bah!  Seriously. BAH. Just in case you weren’t sure about that, what I’m tryin’ to say is I did not bother making cream-filled chocolates. I don’t really even like chocolate so why would I have molds to make ’em? Instead, I went out on a Valentine’s Day date with my honey to see Avatar, which I enjoyed immensely.  We had a stellar debate on the way home about whether deceit is a dominant cultural characteristic in western society, tucked our little boy into bed, it’s late and now I’m supposed to make chocolates?  Ha! See all this spilled milk?  I’m not cryin’…  (okay – I just thought I’d throw those in there in honor of National Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day which was on the 11th, but we missed it. I am still hoping to read Eva’s brilliant commentary on the topic one day, but at least you can see my pictures).  But read on friends, because I thought I would at least share something with you.  Yep, you guessed it.  How’d they get the caramel inside the Caramilk bar? Check it out after you scroll through my artsy pictures of spilled milk.

Right.  Caramel in the Caramilk bar.  It’s this big ridiculous advertising campaign, but really, there’s no secret.  Any Joe Blow Bernard Callebaut could tell you.  It’s called a mould.  Or mold, depending on whether you’re in Canada or the US.  First, you heat the mould and pour chocolate into it.  Give it a good shake around to coat the mold and get rid of bubbles before turning it upside down. Then when you cool the chocolate, it coats the mould evenly.  After that, you turn the mold over and fill it with the caramel sauce, shake the air out, cool it to create a skin and then put some chocolate over it.  There’s a machine at Cadbury’s that does it.  If you go to this lovely link, you will see the whole thing set out with diagrams. It’s dope.

And that is all I have to say about that.  Happy V-Day.  I’m gonna go hiking with some friends and then we’re gonna potluck and not a one of us is going to buy into the Hallmark version of this day. xoxo B.

(p.s. if you wonder why sometimes I write “mold” and other times I write “mould”, it’s not that my spellcheck doesn’t work, I’m just a dually.  Sometimes I say “zee” and other times I say “zed” and that’s just how I roll).