Small-scale chocolate candy making may turn into a difficult task because tempering is generally done by hand. The cooking paraphernalia are easy enough to get hold of: basic chocolate (dark, semi-sweet or milk), a trustworthy thermometer, a double boiler, a rubber spatula and candy molds or cookie sheets.
Melting the chocolate is even easier. You put the chocolate in a double boiler on medium heat and continually stir the chocolate so it doesn’t get scorched. The melted chocolate is mixed with fruits if you want to make fruit-filled chocolates and it is poured on candy molds if you want unique candy shapes.
However, there’s the need to temper and this is a dreaded activity by many because of the fact that you have to maintain accurate temperatures all throughout the process. This necessity arises because the fatty acids of cocoa butter re-crystallize into six types and each crystal type dominates at a given temperature. If you don’t keep an eye on temperatures, one or more of these crystals will spoil the process and you may be forced to repeat the process again and again till you get perfectly-tempered chocolate.
At the same time, tempering process cannot be jettisoned altogether because chocolates can only be shiny and crisp if you temper them. Skipping the process may also lead to blooming that induces the appearance of large crystals of cocoa butter on the surface of your chocolates. You can skip the tempering process if you make the candies for yourself and your loved ones but if you make them for commercial purposes, you won’t be able to sell them at all given their unappealing, blotchy appearance.
Out of the six types of crystals of cocoa butter that prosper during tempering, only type V crystals are responsible for making the chocolates crisp and shiny, that’s why you must take steps to produce only the type V crystals. These type V crystals do form in every type of chocolate be it dark, semi-sweet or milk but the temperatures at which they form are different for each chocolate type.
Not only the type Vs, you also get type IV crystals but the latter don’t render any benefit because they melt much more easily. The type V crystals remain firm up to the body temperature, from which point they begin to soften.
You should keep a very good thermometer with you during tempering. But if you choose to use a tempering machine, this major worry can be forgotten altogether as the tempering machine has a computer chip to take care of this aspect; these machines also help in producing only the type V crystals. Thus the completely automated tempering machine provides you with more of free time and energy that can be utilized for honing your skills and developing your business.
19
Family Tree
Arthur Trials
[Narrator]
Again, Dick Earnest found himself sorting out papers as he had been doing for two weeks, trying to put together the family tree, to explain it to Anna Viper, and find a way to explain to her a way on how to get rid of the curse yet he reluctantly did not want to go that far, or too far, winning her trust was capital for him; he felt it safer just to give her enough information, yet not too much.
Tape number #19
This morning Anna I was looking into your Great Grand Father’s background, which involved Arthur Trials. He was a boldly figureto say the least, his eyes were big, hair was the color of a devilish blackness, thin in spots his hair was, and had an extended back to his head, almost excitingly demonic. In his older age he seemed to have been in great shape, not slightly hunchbacked like Thomas during his last days on earth. He did have massive shoulders up to his later years, and untypical strength, that of three men. I sense he had demonic blood in him. He actually looked quite youthful for an old man. Again the back of his skull was extended upwards, as if it was of an ancient source, I did match it up to a skull in England’s ancient Homo sapiens specimens, possible dating back to 132,000 to 160,000 BC. You just do not find skulls like that anymore. The skull actuallythe one I looked atcame from Ethiopia (the back being narrow and long, it would seem his neck would have quite the job holding it up, seemingly unendurable).
In any event, this man willingly allowed his wife to have sexual relations with a demon called Woodbridge, a ‘Peeping Tom’ of sorts. Woodbridge paid a price of $400,000 for the event, and had arranged it through the “77-Day Cult,” in New Orleans, where Arthur often went saying he had clients and services to attend to there; and where he got his enrichments was of course there, and where he gave 10% of his earnings per month was there, to them cultic figures; where he not only dabbled in homosexual behavior, but every kind of orgy/debauchery he could, he was even said to have taken young boys right out of their mother’s arms, paying them whatever seemed reasonable at the time, and that was the gift he brought to the cult. Reminiscent of the old Mafia, the Cult took care of the killings or whatever needed to be done for him creating his empire of real estate, which was one thing, and fearful friends and family another. We all have a price don’t we [?]…his death was horrendous, horrifying, yet he allowed it to be done the way the Abyss Worm wanted (translated by Vii and the Tiamat to Mr. A. Trials at the time); he had it done to others during his power years in the Midwest, and now himself: here is a drawing (I’ll send it to you), drawn during his dying moments:
What I call the second unendurable sin, was when they had a demonic predisposed child, Arian. Only the most horrific imagination could describe it, but I had a picture of him, when it got developed, the developer must have thought it was Halloween. Arthur Trials killed the demonic-child, but then his wife had a second child, a girl, at which point Arthur was 60-years old. When the child was nine-years old, she, Arthur’s wife cut her husband’s throat which angered the demons for they had used Arthur, and was a source usable to them in times of need (yet by spells, orbs ((crystals)) and black magic, he was saved, but only for a short timefor he was very weak, and dying: now intended he was to be used for sacrifice, since he was liken to die anyhow) but not until after making a deal with Thomas. At this time there was a curse placed by the demons on the Trials family’s future generations because of her deadly deed, in addition to the one placed on by God; –which was eventually transmitted to the Viper’s also, through Sally. And so with the demons, and God Himself, the curse of the black ring was upon the Trials as was the curse of the demons on Arthur’s family (empowered somewhat by Satan himself, whom of course has rule-ship over demons, when and if he wishes to claim it ((the black circle from the great lie, and the un-sanctification of the demons by the killing of one of their prophets, Arthur Trialsor weakening him to the point of eventual death, for the spells and the magic could not keep him alive: for at one time the demons loved Arthuralthough they still did business with the Trials, they would never lift the second curse, and out of revenge it was transmitted to the Viper’s)).
It should be easy now Anna to see the transferred curses in perspective, even though it lays dormant in you, it is part of you Anna. Now let me take this one more step, and I’m sure I’m repeating myself, but you need to understand, you see, for then comes along the Abyss Worm, which the 77-Day Cult used to control and infect whom they pleasedand was their prize you might say. And Sally turned out to be the carrier. So we got three things working here.
And so the genetic tree of the Trials started way back when, and ended up with God’s anger, the Demonic transgression, and the transmitting of everything to another family, and then the mixture of all that with the Virus Worm, –it is funny, we open ourselves up for such sins, and create more along the highway of life; with all of this given to the Viper’s, because of a fight long ago: Vii the Demon in New Orleans was involved indirectly at first, and more so as time went on, and it would seem throughout the situation at present.
But awkwardly, Lady Belinda is now getting involved; I’m sure she would like to tell you the secret of the curse Anna, if she really knows, to rid yourself of it, or pretend she really knows which I do not think she knows; –should you provide her with your soul she would make something up, feeling she can offer you peace while alive here on earth, again in return for eternal domination. Is it not funny, how the dead world hates the living world, but envies it to the point that they want to live in it again.
She feels, or knows you are burdened with nightmares, and pains unexplainable; also, unendurable haunting of the draw of the curse. It is almost as if your body has the same powers or abilities she has to instantly spot a weakness of another, this kind of access normally belongs to demons, or dictators of the world, who were, or are possessed, consequently, this could be a side effect of the curse on your part should you have this power: and I sense you do or should have. Do not trust in it, it could also give you faulty information on others, since it is new. But Belinda is no friend I assure you of that. She will most likely pledge, you would live 120-years should you sell your soul to her so she can sell it for longer life, she has very little time left you know to live; it would at least allow her another 120-years of life, and the demonic world would be willing to give her up for you I’m sure; they like you, as they did Sally. You’re, for some reason, a celebrity in the demonic circles of the 77-Day Cult, also they have spent a life time watching you, your life time that is.
20
Dennis Trials
[1858-1927]
[Mr. Earnest specks to Anna on tape #20. As she is pacing her apartmentthe tape is running, her head hurting and her lungs trying to get air into them, as she pushes it down to her stomachthe airmasking the anxiety, she looks out her window, the sun is out, the weather is warm now, and she feels Earnest is trying to find the remedy through all this mess, or at least she is, so she tells herselfmuch more aware of her family history. She thinks, on an emotional level, Mr. Earnest cares but does he care enough to carry this project beyond these tapes if need be? ‘A possible meeting will help,’ she comments out loud to herself. He would most likely say goodbye after the meeting, she convinces herself; with intuitive reservations.]
Tape #20
“Dennis Trials’ father was Arthur Trials, my dear Anna, he died at the age of 91 years old in 1927. He had even more compelling powers than his father, and his sister, but he tasted the unendurable sin, the black mark around his forehead (as did his father) and the haunting and taunting visits of the demon, such as Vii, and Woodbridge, and I should include what is known as the Lotus Demon of Mercury, they are known to inhabit a number of planets so I am told (I will show you a picture of them, they also venture to and from the Cult’s premises in New Orleans) allowed him little time for rest, that is, during his life time, they were not as kind to him as they were to his father. At times he got spinal cord problems and other weaknesses unknown to man (possible trying to adjust to the ‘Abyss Virus Worm’s’ poisonous system, which the Cult group allowed to happen), and was well for months on end, as much as he was sick towards the later part of his life. The demons played with him like a yo-yoyet, his father had doubled his investments in his property though; furthermore, I should point out, his father made two-million bucks; from $750,000; the Cult and its demon, allowed this, help him along. The 1920’s on one hand was very kind to him, as you can see.”
Side two of tape #20
Thomas Trials
[Alias: Viper/1878 to 1929]
[Earnest now turns to Mr. Thomas Trials again, via. Monologue on tape.]
Broadly speaking, I’ve been upset by the account of this area in various ways, that is to say, I’ve even lost sleep over it, but let me explain as artfully as I can: for many years strange demonic particles remained in the Trials blood pool, if not biologically, then psychologically, as well as the visitations of the demonic world to his home, and the Trials visits to New Orleans. He was kept under the spell of this demonic curse of the devil (as was Sally and the chain of Viper’s in-between), the mark of the lie ‘to God’ the dark mark, circle that went around their forehead. And now, coupled with the Abyss Worm’s infections: both, compatriots it would seem; but as he had promised his father’s-father, he would transfer his seed to the Viper family, someway, somehow, ’twas his ambition to keep his word. His father fell to the devils box, and found no way out, sold himself one might say, and now the children had to carry on his business, and the burden, and by and by they did. The “77-Day Cult,” had made the Trials rich as I have implied before, the wealthiest in Minnesota by faras they went to and fro down and up the Mississippi from St. Paul to New Orleans, and then back again doing their businesstheir shady commerce. And there was no way turning back for them, they had taken, and taken much, and taken from the demons, taken from everybody, everywhere, in everyway: –they didn’t need to sell their souls anymore, the demons had their soul; all packaged and ready for the devil himself. All, yes, all were tied in knots, they, the demons were inside their body covering it up, covering up the light of their souls; as one of the demons mentioned: “It was harder to hide from the cult than to smuggle an ant out of a house.”
And so with the veil of disunity like a canopy over his head, Thomas, resembling his family before him, looked futuristically for a thin and incomplete, if not deadly end to his life. If anything, one thing was won, the curse would be out of the blood of the Trials after Thomas died, but it was on him to the end his days. He knew his soul was no longer visible to the eyes of Godregrettable, for now it was blocked by a black canopy of the long dark inhabiting shadow of a dead legend of demons, the one Vii commanded, the ones that hated the livingthe Lotus Demon, the Tiamat, and more: simply for being able to live, no other reason was necessary; ’tis again envy breeding more envy; his dark ring around his forehead would disappear, the one he looked at each day, hoping for some odd reason it would disappear upon his deathbed, but no, it would be after he died it would disappear. As it is written in so many words: we take nothing with us, but I add possibly: our character (which is one of our two souls.)
[Anna is listening attentively to the specifics; the details of the tapes ongoing history, her full clear eyes, white-encircled, grayish-yellow irises, like sunflowers, resting softly as she shuts her lids to concentrate on Thomas’: demise]
As time would tell, Thomas would acquire an illness from the baby-abyss worms, like a silk worm eating through a leafthe new Abyss Worms would eat his insides until the blood of his internal organs would stop flowing, consequently, internal bleeding would kill him. His body would not be able to defend against them. In essence, he was a dead man walking, a corpse in the living.
“The 77-Day Cult”
[Tape still running]
[Meditatively, Anna is alerted to her name.] Anna! -don’t fall to sleep now, listen to the rest of the tape first. I have not talked on the “77-Day Cult,” yet, because I do not know much about it (Earnest now is clearing his throat, as if he was hiding something, or at least that is how Anna is perceiving it when she hears the uneasy pause of his voice, then listens even more assiduously to the tape), although it is a link to the Tiamat’s rule-ship of a time period before the Great Flood, and deals with the worship of her. She was (and I will say, if I have time, talk more about this later), she was, as I was about to say, a demigod in Asia Minor, and in the Mediterranean. Vii, the demon, was called upon to watch over this cult in New Orleans at her request, and one thing led to anotherfrightful as it may sound, we have a few demon in this scenario nowand, and so he made his earthly home there. The “Abyss Virus Worm,” if I may call it that, as it is now known, is simply an accident left over from the Great Flood, which opened up the Pit, of which is also known as the Abyss, and it freed itself, as you are somewhat aware; and also it has links with Vii and the Cult, which all are now inseparable, or so it seems.
Frankly and as friendly as I can put it, I want to thank you now Anna for listening so solemnly, (Earnest becomes silent for a moment as the tape is running out); this is my opinion anyhow. Henceforth, I will have more for you tomorrow, I am getting quite weak, I have some soup to finish, it is surely getting cold and I do not want it to get much colder; please sit back now and rest, as I must, and tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and try to finish this, and have you come over for the end briefing, and to see what we can do. Bye.
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Since Mohamed Ali-then Cassius Clay-announced that he had written “The world’s shortest poem,” I have known that I would be a poet. “ME? WHEE!” His triumphant proclamation evoking shivers within my troubled teenaged identity, for I reasoned in rhyme.
Everyday, hundreds-of-thousands of seemingly sane souls satisfy some innate need to bare their concealed character via atrocious alliteration or in delusional doggerel. As in Kris Kristofferson’s early works, the marvelous magic masquerades within sweet musical lyrics, providing us with eternal material transcending generational barriers.
Even if none but we are ever allowed to examine our hidden essence, an inner longing is unleashed-only to be squished-should we presume to be published.
In1978, I self-published my first poetry book, Beacon©, to an enthusiastic reception of some uninformed who didn’t realize, fearing rejection, I had never submitted my musings to somber publishers. After all, Rod McKuen, suffering countless rejections, had self-published. And he was said-at that time-to be, “The world’s most widely read poet.”
To the accolade of local yokel fans, the following year, I followed up with Imperfections©, Verse by Russ Miles, songs and thoughts reflecting who, where, and what I was-at that time in my life. Even more well received, I was enjoying the affirmative attention of a metropolitan newspaper poetry editor insisting that I co-chair a college invitational symposium for wantabe poets with the State Poet LaTourette. My books selling well, a youthful, insatiable ego was being satisfactorily stroked.
Then, a strange thing happened. I caught a case of conscience. What if an unforgiving God held me accountable for my wanton actions or the impact of foisting my unholy understandings upon innocents?
Frightening purgatorial-or worse-reprisal prospects triggered instantaneous actions. Removing all remaining copies from the marketplaces which I had developed for distribution, I stopped penning poetry for the next twenty-five years.
Disabled at age fifty-three by Multiple Sclerosis, I found myself writing another book, For Sale By Owners:FSBO©. A mystery thriller novel evolved offering some insights that only a self-absorbed, worldly man of three messed-upped marriages could possibly convey.
I continue learning that God is so forgiving. How He can inspire good to come of all things. Even some of my old songs are once more awaiting discovery thanks to Red Haring, the song-writing, truck-driving character appearing between the FSBO covers.
By today’s standards, Red Haring’s vivid verse words and wayward rhyme renderings are no longer abysmal. Rather they reflect the subtle “It’s all about me” immoral fiber of a masculine male-wrestling with post 9-11 internal issues-choosing to make changes in his so self-consumed life. Red’s songs emerge to stimulate reflections within Brooklyn Best, the no-saint heroine, real estate agent with whom he becomes romantically involved.
They end up working together to unravel some horrific homicides~in this reality based mystery~thriller novel. Through its use in a sub-plot, my poetry is being reborn.
As for Beacon© and Imperfections©, perhaps I’ll offer my few remaining hand signed & numbered “First Edition” & “Limited Edition” poetry books on e-Bay®. After all, John Grisham’s originally published novels are now collector’s items aren’t they?
Russ Miles is author of the novel, For Sale By Owners:FSBO. A “Seasoned Real Estate NAR® Broker,” disabled by Multiple Sclerosis, Russ writes books & articles on varied subjects.
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