Four white chocolate Lindt truffles remained in my gifted Wobble Tin. Reluctant to consume them in this obnoxiously sweet state, they were placed in a microwave-safe bowl with a handful of Blancor couverture, then a splash of heavy cream.
After chilling for two hours, Genmaicha Nama truffles emerged. These were more pliable than the typical nama-choco, which is often sliced into thin squares and infused with alcohol. As expected though, they offered superior flavour to plain white chocolate.
Padding about the skate trail was minimal, and protruded out at right angles instead of aligning seamlessly with the rounded concrete perimeter. The ice, which had been resurfaced just a few minutes prior, had already turned bumpy and uncomfortable. Hockey skates whizzed about me: a large majority of the rink's visitors were high schoolers experimenting with backward travel and practicing stops. The next dominant user group were inexperienced skaters, those that fearfully wobbled about while clinging onto others in the same group for dear life.
It wasn't long before I deduced the trail unenjoyable for further rounds. The ice was horrible, and the unpredictability of other users was unnerving. The scene was a severe departure from the organized nature of Celebration Square.
The first bite entailed an Injeolmi Bingsoo type of reaction: a powder cloud that dispersed onto the table and into my hair. The second was a wonderfully toasty sensation, characterized by an airy, waffle-esque cross-section and mildly flakey surface. Sparse bits of toasted sugar could be perceived as well, evoking the Croissant Taiyaki experience of (the original) Snowy Village.