“Sugar high. Gotta have it. Really need it to get by. Sugar high.”
Damn you, F-book. For a month a picture of this bad boy has been making its rounds, so I caved and made the trip over to Shinjuku’s Dean & Deluca. Just head out the South exit of the JR Shinjuku Station, immediately turn left, walk past the ticket machines, into Lumine 2, drag yourself past the rainbow display of macaroons at Lauduree, and for 360 yen (about $3.25 US) you will be the proud new owner of the Crash Chocolate Muffin. If you’re anything like me, this love affair is a fleeting one–we made it six hours, but only because I had to wait until my 2 year old sidekick was snuggled into bed before even attempting to disrobe it. I assume no explanation is needed.
It was a good muffin. Typical white muffin base, spotted with dime sized chocolate pieces. The best part, however, were the halved Oreos crashing into it. Not because Oreos are good–like, they are and stuff. But, these Oreos had clearly been added to the muffin before baking, giving them a slightly burnt, smoky flavor. And here’s where it gets weird–I’m a sucker for slightly burnt food. Marshmallows, well, duh, that’s rookie shit. Hotdogs, now we’re getting there. Popcorn, a billion times better burnt. Burnt chocolate chip cookies, though, nirvana.
I chased my burnt Oreo cookie muffin with a glass of milk. Full fat, thank you Japan. Seriously, US, what is with you and that gross 2%, 1%, non-fat crap. I cannot drink it anymore. Milk is a topic I look forward to coming back to after moving to India. Apparently I can get it delivered to my house, or buy it from the supermarket, or buy it raw on the street and pasteurize it myself. And then there is water buffalo milk. I’m going to try it allllllll.
Thanks, Internet, for indulging me. ❤