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Marzipan [Jan. 28th, 2010|08:29 pm]
So it turns out I do like marzipan. I'm just picky about it. Who knew?

See, I always thought I didn't like marzipan because it was too sickly sweet and had this weird grainy texture.

No. That's bad marzipan, apparently. Because my student assistant gave me a box of the stuff that she brought back from India, and it's REALLY good. I'm holding back not to eat it all right away.

Also, some of the pieces are wrapped in silver leaf. Edible precious metals are yummy.

[User Picture]From: bluebear2
2010-01-29 08:17 am (UTC)

Not what it is but how it is.

So many things in my life I thought I didn't like. Beer, country music, oysters... Then it turns out that I just didn't have access to any good examples.
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[User Picture]From: ocschwar
2010-01-29 02:00 pm (UTC)
Um, silver leaf??? Might not want to make that a habit. I mean, you probably could turn a case of silver poisoning into a case of teh awesome, but still..
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[User Picture]From: dr_tectonic
2010-01-29 04:10 pm (UTC)
You wouldn't want to eat, like, a whole box every day, sure, but it's metallic silver, not colloidal, and a very small amount of it. I think diabetes would be a concern long before argyria would be.
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From: pocketbearwa
2010-01-29 03:24 pm (UTC)
In 2006, Alfredo (my then-partner) and I spent a month in Spain. On our last day (literally; flying out of Madrid in the evening) we spent the morning in Toledo. There, we found 3 Ursuline convents that raised money by...making and selling marzipan.

Alfredo saw one such place - an ornate, ancient wooden door set in an otherwise featureless stone wall (not unusual for the "old" part of Toledo, which is more than a thousand years old) with an old brass bell suspended near the jamb. He rang the bell, a wizened old nun opened the door and beckoned us in. (At this point, he hadn't explained anything. I was startled to be greeted by Sister Yoda.) She didn't say a word as she walked us about 10 feet into a small, dimly-lit room containing a table, a chair, and a stack of flattish white boxes. Alfredo purchased one, we all semi-bowed/semi-nodded at each other - still, no words said - Sister Yoda smiled at us, and we left.

THEN Alfredo showed me it was marzipan.

And my word, those nuns make some FINE CANDY.
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