This beautiful rainbow of vegan chocolate bars caught my eye during the trip to Harvest Health last Friday. I hope to one day try each flavor, but at $7 a pop it may take a while. Anyway it was Bright Week, so I splurged on a Not Your Sugar Mamas candy bar.
There are lots of salted caramel candy bars floating around, but vegan? That is special and rare.
Now, I can see why they’re so expensive since they’re handmade with LOVE.
Specifically the love of a good-looking ninja.
From the NYSM website:
“Hands down the most popular and it’s no wonder why. The vegan caramel on the inside of this bar is out of this world. Who knew that almond butter, maple syrup, coconut oil, vanilla and sea salt mixed together could taste like heaven on earth? This bar is full of healthy fats and it’s coated with a rich, decadent antioxidant rich chocolate layer. This bar is a slam dunk.”
Since the bar is so very thin, there’s not room for a ton of caramel, but there’s just enough. The chocolate is slightly bitter and soft. It would be great with pretzels.
And on top of everything: a little of the 13th century Persian poet, Rumi. This is bad because I’m the kind of person that’ll tape this wrapper on my bedroom mirror or something and keep it forever. Plus it feels like I won the lottery, which makes me want to play again. And eat more chocolate.
Do you guys ever listen to Kurt Elling? He recorded this old classic, I Like the Sunrise and added a variation of Rumi’s Where Everything is Music. I will share it with you along with the original poem – you can listen while you eat a NYSM candy bar.
Where Everything Is Music
Don’t worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn’t matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
from a slow and powerful root
that we can’t see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
— Jalaluddin Rumi
Oh, and and this article from a couple years ago on NPR.