To me, what really separates Chocolate Guy from all the other “surprise it’s a cake” people is…. I want to eat his stuff. It’s not foam-cake covered in fondant, it’s sixteen kinds of chocolate over delicate wafers and juicy compotes and mousse-you-can-feel-by-seeing and I Want To Eat It All. (Like, I might feel bad taking a bite out of, say, his beautiful telescope, but if I had the chance I would be all over it.)

    These mushrooms? I’d pop like six of them if given the chance.