15 thoughts on “Chocolate gounache ganache Ganesh

  1. Sheila Ryan

    Seriously, y’all. Will Ganesh (2010) be the werewolf (2009) who replaces the vampire (2008)?

  2. Pamela Martin

    J reports that a statue of Ganesh adorns a window sill in the yoga studio (that his tai chi class takes place in ), and another Ganesh in a niche in a wall there. Ganeshes everywhere! And I”ve seen them elsewhere, but where? Dunno now… . Hey, I like elephants (I guess), but as a religious symbol, Ganesh confuses me. Guess I need Ganesh information to understand!

    Attended a women’s equinox lunch today and heard the Persephone story retold in a (reportedly) more ancient form. Moving, actually. Great bunch of women. Women in bunches…Hmm.

  3. India

    Thanks for clearing that up.

    Also, this is pretty much what happened at my house:

    In a village house, someone had set out an enormous platter of modakas to cool. “Aha!” cried Ganesha, when the aroma reached him, his trunk twitching in delight. He hurried to the thatched house, and slipped in unobserved through the back-door.

    Making himself comfortable he then began to help himself with the modakas. Soon even his tremendous belly was filled. Ganesha looked at the platter. “There are still some left,” he remarked in surprise. He picked up the last few modakas and stuffed them into his mouth. “That was good,” he said, climbing on to the mouse’s back. “Let us go.” The mouse started up obediently. At that very moment a snake slithered across the threshold. The mouse startled, tripped, and his master went flying off his back. Alas, Ganesha’s great stomach was like a sack that is too full and can hold no more. When his body hit the ground, his stomach burst, spilling modakas in every direction.

    “Oh master, forgive me,” said the mouse. “You are hurt.” “Shhh,” said Ganesha, reaching out for the spilled modakas and hurriedly trying to put them back into his stomach. “No one saw this happen.” Looking around for something to hold his belly together, he saw the snake, still in the doorway. “The very thing,” said Ganesha, and he picked up the snake and tied it around his waist like a belt, to hold in the modakas and keep his belly closed. To this day, he still wears the snake around his middle.

  4. Sheila Ryan

    Bunches of women! Bunches of elephantine deities! Say — spring must be bustin’ out all over!

  5. Mike Dresser Post author

    I want to take this opportunity to express my disappointment that chocolatedeities.com does not sell a Chocolate Jesus.

  6. Sheila Ryan

    All our spiritual chocolates are hand-dipped by family chocolatiers in New York’s Hudson Valley.

  7. Pamela

    Speaking of bunches of women and spring bustin’ out…I recently had the opportunity to hold a number of replicas (of course) of ancient goddess statues–one of the ‘venus of willendorf’, another one much, much older–forget ‘her’ name–dating from around 230,000 BC and from the Golan Heights, and a couple others. I’ve seen photos from any number of art history classes, and such, of these goddess statuettes, but never actually seen one (as in a museum), or held a replica until the other day. Obviously made an impression on me.

    ALL these women figurines are rotund, to say the least (they make me-hah!- look a bit puny), but many of them positively wallow in worship of female fullness and fecundity. I mean, one reads about how we live in an era of, shall we say, ambivalence towards a womanly body, but when I held these little statues in my hand, that so-called ambivalence took on new meaning for me…

    And how does this relate to ol’ Ganesh, chocolate or brass?– One of the things I’ve always enjoyed about Hinduism is its unabashedly–so it seems to me– sensuous depictions of sex and sensuality, and its delight in images of womanly women/goddesses!

  8. Pamela

    Will def check out the ‘chocolate Venus of Willendorf’! Not exactly the replica I had in mind, but a yummier one, no doubt.

    Just returned from our week in the ol’ West…caught a serious Rocky Mountain high–had a really good, and different, time.

    And tiring–trying to connect with all those folks and family and climb a few hills took a toll on me!

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