A Swiss chocolate manufacturer Barry Callebaut has developed a chocolate that not only has 90% fewer calories than the average chocolate product, but it is heat resistant to temperatures of up to 55C. Most chocolate starts to melt at 30 degrees.
The company aims to target calories conscious European and US markets as well as emerging markets in Asia and Africa where local temperatures have hindered chocolate sales.
This new chocolate is called Vulcano because it can be eaten when it's hot and it's airy and full of bubbles. The product, like so many good inventions, resulted from a mistake. Technicians in the company's lab were working on another invention when they realised they had produced a very special chocolate of a crispy, ligh consistency.
Under current plans it could be in a shop near you with two years. A long time to wait for chocolate lovers but I'm sure it will be worth it.
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They're going to tease people for two years?
Cruel, cruel ...
I've actually emailed them Calum to ensure they're going to sell in UK. Swiss chocolate producers say the UK market is difficult because our preference is for sweetness rather than natural cocoa.
I'll let you know if they reply.
Lovely news but far too long. I'll stay with the fruit and nut. As shall we all. Until the GE.
Actually. Rosy, I think it's time I said something. I have been a bit down lately as you kindly observed the other day.I hadn't realised why. I've been down before - I'm a bipolar bear - I thought it was just another one of the episodes that I've had all my life and I'm in my fifties.
It's not. Not this time. It's this foul government. It's this evil lying war that our great young people are losing their lives and their limbs in. It's that.
Excellent news. Will you be sending out free bars to your favourite bloggers like Tom Harris and me?
Jim do you want cheering up or do you want a quick drop into the abyss then you can bounce back quicker?
Firstly to drop you down further, it doesn't get better when you're in your 60s.
Secondly, Gordon Brown has been such a disappointment to me as PM that I think I'll join you in the pit of despair.
Howard I'm sure you'd provide me with your address. I don't believe Mr Harris would trust me to deliver a labour leaflet may decide I was a stalker - even at my age!
Will it be expensive? Then please don't tell Mrs OR. I hate disappointing her!
Rosy, you make me laugh. I love you to bits. Whoever fights monsters ... as your stare into the abyss so the abyss stares back into you. Oh, some German geezer. Knickers, I think his name was, With a face like mine, serves the abyss right.
wv: mensa.! How immensally boring. Self regarding twats.
To hell with the cost OR, think of the delight you will give your dear lady wife.
Sometimes we have to forget about finances and think emotionally. That's why chocolate was invented. :)
My dear Jim, I suspect you tell that to all your women!
Wasn't his name Bollocks Jim if I remember rightly?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Fair enough, you might look like a boxer who's lost far too often but some women go for that look. You're less threatening you see :)
Mensa - don't get me started on that please or your abyss will become as big as a south African mine.
Rosy, yes, my mistake. Bollocks was indeed his name.
Now, will you please stop it? I'm trying to be depressed.
Sounds like rubbish to me sub rosa, it will taste of air and saccharine sweeteners. Good chocolate consists of 70% cocoa solids, not gas and saccharine. Do what I do, eat chocolate and then go for a walk. It's exercise that keeps you thin. That works for pizzas too. I walk a lot.
Jim, calm down your endorphines or is it endorphones? One's good for you and the other's not so I'm told.
Happy depression and may it last as long as you desire. :)
You think it will have saccharine Observer? I'm not that sure about that as swiss chocolate makers aren't known to use chemicals, only natural products.
Of course exercise is important but I admit I don't walk as much as I should since I lost my wee dog a few years ago. Then again, I'd rather have a single fish than chocolate. I'm more of a savoury person.
Jim, have a read of this:
http://eureferendum.blogspot.com/
That'll get you down quicker.
Blimey. Whay happened there? I posted a damned funny reply. Well, it made me laugh.
Quoted Shakespeare and everything. Sweet are the uses of adversity.
Had a wee dig at Tom Harris. I like Tom but you need to dig him up from time to time.
Lost your funny post Jim, but if it makes you feel better I would have laughed.
Tom so seldom writes about Scottish issues than I've given up reading him more or less. He's kind of stuck in the Westminster bubble poor man.
I am reluctant at this late, post Burgundy hour, to post but you know me! JB is right to bemoan the depression this Labour dictatorship has wrought. Now if we can educate a few people to this understanding we shall have made a difference. If (and I am saying if, based on the criminal postal vote fraud Labour have introduced), we see Labour screwed in a few MONTHS time the joy will be orgasmic. Hang on to that thought. Mrs OR just says wait for the new choccie.
Off to tell the wife, means I won't have to cook ever again, she will just live on chocolate.
I have a lot of time for Old Rightie. He knows that. But you can tell he's English. Burgundy indeed. What is this, 'Passport to Pimlico?'
Benrinnes man. Benrinnes.
Subrosa...Aphrodesiacs...that's what chocolate is..I'm told better than Viagra...lol and now hot too...hope they get it out B4 I'm dead
I'm hanging on OR, more in hope than excitement. A Burgundy drinker eh? Rather a pleasant tipple. I see Jim thinks it's an English drink and here's me, for all these years, thinking it's French.
Speaking of chocolate I bought chillie chocolate from gifts at Christmas. It wasn't too well received in certain quarters because they couldn't sit and each the whole packet at one sitting - too rich I was told. I thought in that case it must be good choccy.
Aye Fitaloon, only two years of cooking left for you until this life changing event. :)
If Burgundy is Passport to Pimlico what's Buckie Jim? Passport to Portobello?
Baron, it may work in that manner for some - unfortunately none of my acquaintance. :(
Buckie, Rosy? Passport to hell in a a handbasket.
The Burgundians do not think of themselves as French, any more than the Bavarians think of themselves as German or the Weegies thinks of themselves as sober.
Of course you're right Jim. Good morning. Time the likes of Tesco stopped sticking Burgundy under the French banner. Are you going to start a protest or shall I? OldRightie has to join in of course because he drinks it.
I seldom hear the word Bavarians these days - they seem to call themselves sud-tyrolians. Maybe I'm just not mixing with the right people. :)
I sepnt some time in a beer hall in Munich a couple of years ago. Well, I deduce that I did. 'Remember' really wouldn't be the right word. Chap from Hamburg got talking to me. Said he was a German, unlike the Munchers. He seemed to think that was very funny.
So, he was a German all right.
I actually get on well with most Germans Jim, I find they call a spade a spade. Their sense of humour does seem to leave a lot to be desired though, especially when it's translated into English.
Hamburgers are very proud of their harbour etc. Munchers like to think they're slightly more elite than the northerners. Now there's somewhere else that has that attitude ...
Rosy, I know what you mean. I like the Germans. I like their country. It is very beautiful. Berlin is a truly maginifcent city, as is Franfurt am Main. Bit modern - don't know why.
I once showed a young German around the south side of Glasgow. He remarked on the fact that there were gaps in the architecture and wondered why. I coughed and said, er, the Luftwaffe, that's why. He puased, looked around and said, 'So what happened, did we run out of bombs?'
I once told an elderly Dutch lady that my father used to work in the Netherlands. Oh, she said, what was his job. Murdering Germans, I said. He was affy good at it.
And now, in memory of the late, great Charlie Reilly. Another wee story. Charlie came up the Clyde on a banana boat many times. He was in the mercantlie marine. He was a talking bunnet. One of those feisty weedgies who liked a swally and trusted nobody. But, like such weedgies, he prized education. So when he retired he took a class in conversational German. The tutor - a German (funny old world) asked the class at their first meeting if anybody had been to Germany. Charlie pits his hand up - 'Britsh Army of Occupation - 1945!'
Now that's a German with my sense of humour Jim. His name wasn't Dieter was it? I used to know a Dieter ...
Plenty of Charlies still around and bless the lot of them. I wonder if the tutor smiled? :)
No. his name was Tomas. The only Dieter I have ever known used to pass my windae when I lived on the Holy Loch twinty tears ago.
But I got my own back. Visited Berlin a couple of years later stood there at the Reichstag and said, 'Missed a bit'.
It was so badly shot up that it's covered in cement patches. I said it was on the patches because it had given up smoking.
Oh dear.
Jim, where is the manic depression? I'm waiting with the soothing, gentle words here and all I read are amusing tales of your younger life.
I don't suppose you can hurry your downer along a little because maybe I won't be feeling so generous in days to come.
Here's a very old male German name - Bertold. He always told me to call him Bert though, not nearly so distinguished.
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