If you are perfectly satisfied with the Paneton you are eating, stop reading this now. Just stop and walk away... and continue eating whatever it is you enjoy. After you've tasted this there is no going back. At best, it would feel like going to a $10 hooker after getting dumped by the love of your life... although I am the last person to know anything about love or hookers. But Paneton I do know, and I'm telling you... this shit is a game changer! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
It's gonna fuck you up... |
One thing you must must do is refrigerate it for at least a bit, otherwise shit gets messy with all that half-melted chocolate at Lima temperature and humidity. Guess that's why Panettone is eaten during the Italian winter...
I went through it so quick, with no time to snap a proper photo... so the only evidence left is this picture of its mangled carcass on the left. I can go on with my descriptive babbling, but any further words on the topic would be redundant when you take in the following fact - this is the best Paneton I have ever tasted and will without a doubt be my first choice going forward and forever. Also, the cost of my addiction just doubled.
I would hate to be that guy... the one who looks down condescendingly upon the Peruvian Choloton, instead talking up the other-worldly qualities of Italian Panettone. No, before I can evolve (or degenerate) into that guy... I would need to carry out a fair Paneton vs Panettone battle!
To be continued...
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