Most people have definite opinions about chocolate. Either you like it or you don&rsquot. Growing up, I was never swayed by it. No adult could buy my loyalty with a Cadbury&rsquos Fruit & Nut and no kid my own age could sway my friendship with a Perk or Crunch. I was totally indifferent to what some chocolatiers call la vida cocoa. But as time passed and age crept up on me, instead of developing my wisdom tooth, I sprouted a sweet tooth. And then another and another, and then some more till now, in my thirties, I no longer hesitate to put my grubby paws all over a bar of chocolate. So when I got the opportunity this year to sample buttery, melt-in-your mouth handcrafted artisanal champagne truffles, hazelnut toffees and butterscotch pralines in San Francisco, I put on my big girl pants with stretchy elastic and jumped all over it.




