White chocolate is really not true chocolate and everyone knows this. It is made with cocoa butter from cocoa plants, but it has no cocoa solids. And, is not white either. It is a light yellow like unsalted butter. Thus the name is a total farce and must have been conjured up by Big Chocolate to fool us all…
In any case, I adore real white chocolate (yeah, yeah, I know, it’s not chocolate, see above). According to Wikipedia, the stuff I love has manufacturing standards: Regulations govern what may be marketed as “white chocolate”: In the United States, since 2004, white chocolate must be (by weight) at least 20% cocoa butter, 14% total milk solids, and 3.5% milk fat, and no more than 55% sugar or other sweeteners. Anything that doesn’t meet these standards is called confectionery coating, or almond bark, and is likely made with hydrogenated oils, eeeeeeww. (I added that last part.)
White chocolate, like black licorice and coconut is a polarizing candy. There is no middle ground here. You love it or not. Some have complained of its waxy nature, and I agree, the cheap stuff is awful, but so is any cheap candy.
The real stuff is velvety smooth, with a light vanilla flavor as it melts in your mouth. It has less of the snap of white or dark chocolate, and it is so sweet that I can’t over indulge.
If you want an amazing white chocolate experience, try Lake Champlain. You won’t be disappointed. The image above is from Cardullo’s in Harvard Square, a wonderland of imported candy, and you can order a bunny or two from there.
Another way to enjoy white chocolate it is in baked goods. My friend has a wonderful cooking bog, and she has a recipe for Blueberry-White Chocolate Blondies. These are worth making, and do it soon!
I have adored the white stuff since childhood, and it used to be only available at Easter. It still takes willpower for me not to buy a white chocolate bunny on each trip to the grocery store. SO far this year, none have made it into my cart, but I feel my resistance weakening….I will soon need to bite the ears off of a sweet bunny, everyone knows that you start with the ears…
So let’s put the polarizing language away and admit that White Chocolate isn’t chocolate. It’s the cosmo of martinis, not the real thing, but darned good anyway.