Guilt is a Parisian’s closest companion.
Parisians like to feed their good old friend guilt. Unconsciously most of the time. But even, at times, in a perversely conscious manner. The toy of choice for Parisians to pet their guilt is not sex. It is Le Moelleux of Chocolat. Le Moelleux of Chocolat is pure indulgence. The ultimate form of chocolate-based pleasure. An irresistible mix of mostly chocolate, butter and sin.
Parisians all love their Moelleux au Chocolat. Every restaurant in Paris carries a Moelleux. It has become a Parisian obsession. A discharge system for all frustrations. A deep hole to jump into blindly.
Le Moelleux is dark, sweet, warm and runny. It is an orgasm crowning Parisian dinners.
All Parisians feel bad about ordering their Moelleux. Most usually handle guilt leaks at the moment of ordering it with a “La Vie est courte” or a “Allez hop, un petit plaisir”. Phrases Parisian men would surely like to hear more often.
Eden’s Garden had the apple, Paris has the Moelleux.
Le Moelleux is such a synonymous of forbidden pleasure that most waiters now offer two spoons when the Parisian orders a Moelleux. Against all odds, at that very moment, Parisian waiters become sympathetic. Their legendary coldness is broken down. The weight of guilt on the Moelleux-eater is too vertiginous. He needs help. He needs another spoon. Even the chef tips in, by frequently adding vanilla ice cream on the plate. Foodies think the vanilla ice cream is a triumphant form of contrast, chaud-froid and black-white all at once, highlighting the brotherly insolence of the silky textures. But no. Vanilla Ice Cream is just there as a relief. It is just there to make the Moelleux-eater feel better about himself. Vanilla ice cream brings the lightness and the freshness. A spoonful of glace vanille, even mixed with a bite of moelleux, is still not moelleux all the way.
Le Moelleux au chocolat is a very accurate emotional indicator. When witnessing someone eating a Moelleux, it is imperative to be quite considerate and delicate with that person. Moelleux-eaters indulge because they need to. Le Moelleux is the French and fattening version of the American hug. These people are in pain. They need a quick fix. But the moelleux, by feeding their guilt will only increase their pain. Niceness is necessary before, during and after a moelleux.
Parisian women are known to be relentless Moelleux eaters. On a date, an observant Parisian can easily anticipate the outcome of this forming relationship. If the girl opts for Le Moelleux, sexual misery will ensue. Parisian women are known not to indulge twice the same night. It will come as no surprise that ever since the introduction of Le Moelleux in Parisian restaurants, sexual activity in Paris has plummeted.
Useful tip: A restaurant with no moelleux on the menu is considered avant-garde in Paris.
Sound like a Parisian: « On se prend un p’tit moelleux ?! ».
NB : Moelleux recipes can be found on my friend David Lebovitz’s site