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Tuesday, 23 October 2012 20:30
Friday, 04 May 2012 02:27
I have been transported into Peru just by tasting the Fortunato No 4, I can not think of anything else for the past 3 days, I am obsess with this chocolate. I made a simple ganache with this gem it does not need anything added, actually it is almost a breach to mess around with this beautiful chocolate. My absolute favorite is the paper thin bar we are eating right now at Chocolate Maya. I will quote one of our favorite customer. ” I think it is fantastic.Its addicive enough that my room mate and I have already eaten 2 of the bars. It leaves such a wonderful aftertaste in your mouth, and the way that it tastes different on different parts of the palette really makes each bite enjoyable. I just hope this chocolate hasn’t completely ruined me. I tried eating a bit of the XXXXX bar (very famous and delicious bar) and found that it just doesn’t stack up. It’s not as smooth, it doesn’t contain the depth of flavor, and the after taste is, in comparison bad”.
I can not say more, it is so true!
Tuesday, 03 April 2012 15:20
One morning Chocolate Maya (my mom), and I left the sweet scent of jasmine blooming in Santa Barbara for a more unusual olfactory treat. We were heading out to Wasco, CA, otherwise known as the almond capitol of the world. Nate Siemens of Fat Uncle Farms had invited us to see the farm: his home. Aside from a brief pit stop at Santa Barbara Pistachio Farm, we reached the farm in about three hours. A glorious bouquet instantly greeted us as we stretched our wooden legs and stepped out the car. Under a slate-grey sky, an army of white trees overwhelmed the town, inundating its citizens in their honeyed scent. The almond trees surrounded us in every direction. Each tree is tucked into an infinite-long row, until the row meets the horizon and the two become indistinguishable. From far away the tree branches look like spindly eyelashes that have gathered snow on their tips. The sight is breathtaking.
Nate’s family works hard, and life is perhaps not as romantic as the dreamy rows of almond trees suggest. However, the Siemens warmly welcomed us and inaugurated us into the hustle and bustle of farm-upkeep. First mom and I followed Nate’s tow-headed and thoughtful daughter Christabel to gather hay for the farm’s goats, then Nate treated us and our loot to an authentic hayride on the back of his pickup. We poked around the groves of the almond trees with our hands in our jeans, still a little drugged by the scent of the almond blossoms. Each blossom secrets a delicate, floral scent, barely shielding warm undertones of sticky honey. I noticed that each almond tree had a scar near its base. Nate later explained that the lesions were result of a farming phenomenon called grafting. A sapling of one type of tree is tied to the base of another until the plants mesh and grow as a single tree. Every almond tree in the farm was growing out of the rooted base of an apricot tree, which is immune to a variety of diseases common to almond trees.
The afternoon slipped into evening. As mom and I prepared to thank our hosts and leave, Nate made a proposal that neither of us could refuse. We had the opportunity to peak into the intricate society of Fat Uncle Farm’s MVPs: bees. Nate escorted us one at a time to the hives. Bekki Siemens lent me some clogs, and the couple helped me step into a billowy astronaut suit. The walk from the front door to the beehives was only a few yards, but the short march felt grandiose as the giddiness of adventure heightened. The hives are nondescript wooden boxes that suggest nothing of the populace thriving in sticky gold. First, Nate lifts the box’s topmost covering to reveal intimately spaced racks. A few bees hover out of the hive to scout out the disturbance. Then, Nate slides out one of the vertical trays, offering the first look into bee-life. Like peeping into the lit windows of a full apartment complex, I feel shy spying on the little members of this populace. Curled bees, babies, and pools of honey lie in neatly woven hexagons. My bashfulness quickly evaporated with the threatening cloud of bees that darkened the space around Nate and I. Nate explained the importance of bees on the almond farm and their role as primary pollinators. I drifted in and out of attentiveness, daydreaming about a dish of Fat Uncle Farms raw almonds drizzled in a thick fragrant honey. Thank you Siemens family for the visit to Fat Uncle Farms: a sensory-rewarding peek behind one of Santa Barbara’s most beloved farmer’s market businesses.
Wednesday, 01 February 2012 03:30
Santa Barbara International Film Festival 2012
New Film by UCSB Professor, Kum-Kum Bhavnani
SOLD-OUT AT PREMIERE!!!
NOTHING LIKE CHOCOLATE tells the compelling story of anarchist chocolate-maker, Mott Green, founder of the Grenada Chocolate Company Co-operative and independent cocoa framer, Nelice Stewart. This tree-to-bar factory co-operative, the smallest in the world, turns out luscious creations that are organic and ethical. In a world saturated with industrial chocolate, often made with cocoa harvested by exploited child labour, this factory, working alongside farmers such as Nelice, turns out a deliciously radical experience.
Remaining screening times:
*** FRIDAY Feb 3- 2:00 PM Lobero Theatre
*** SUNDAY Feb 5- 11:00 AM Metro 4 Theatre IV