With its bowl removed for repairs, my Santha grinder reminds me of the old, circa 1950’s, International truck my dad had when I was young. The vent on my machine is reminiscent of the truck’s front grill, and it’s the same shade of red, minus the rust. My dad used it for hauling building supplies. I used it for adventure.
Behind that wheel, I learned to do something I didn’t think I could - work a clutch. I remember the sound of its horn and how the interior smelled of leather and earth and pipe tobacco - and the fact that these very same flavors can be found in chocolate makes me smile just thinking about it. That truck took me places I never thought I’d go, and so does my Santha.
My grinder makes roughly eighteen pounds of chocolate at a time - making me a super-small-batch-kind-of-girl. But this little machine challenges me in a big way. It also brings adventure to my life and connects me with the most wonderful people I'd otherwise never know.
You could say that making chocolate is a little like driving a standard shift. It takes a lot of practice, and stick-to-itiveness, but most of all it takes fearlessness. You have to be willing to drift backwards in order to get the feel but once you do, there’s no stopping you.
Here's to 2017. May the year be filled with courage and chocolate and the reverie of beautiful memories.