Is there a more delicious treat than the almondy food of the gods?
I went to Cost Plus the other day. To my delight, their supply of marzipan goodies was larger than usual. I think they think it’s a holiday food or something. I got tons of treats, which I am working through at an alarming rate. (Hey–it’s ALL NATURAL.)
Resolved: the only thing better than marzipan is marzipan with dark chocolate. If heaven does not involve almond paste and dark chocolate, I don’t want to hear about it.
Mmmmm, marzipan. I used to buy a tube, cut it into slices, and munch out. If I really wanted a sugar high, I’d dunk the slices in Hershey’s dark chocolate syrup.
I like to put it in cinnamon rolls instead of cinnamon. I can’t remember the brand, but there is a marzipan log dipped in dark chocolate with a dash of brandy in the marzipan. When I find them, I buy a bunch and hide them in the house. Don’t tell.
[in tone of “It’s a floor wax!” “No, it’s a dessert topping!” argument]
There, there, marzipan is a food and an anti-depressant. The big Pharma cartels can’t stop people from growing their own almond trees, so this vital medical information has always been suppressed. Fortunately we Vikings know better.
Personally, I can take it or leave it: on the culinary-delights spectrum, it’s around rose-water for me, far below caramel or lemon curd or toasted hazelnuts buttered pecans or orange zest, but above licorice or raspberry jam. burundi, however, could eat it by the barrelful, and is probably drooling as she reads this.