I taught you the other day how to have a successful girls night. One of the key components is to have something sinfully rich, chocolatey and amazing for dessert. Here is the perfect solution. I originally saw this recipe over on Recipe Girl. It was love at first sight! My salivary glands became activated immediately upon seeing that title and first photo. As I read more about this chocolate wonder and skimmed the recipe I knew I just had to make it mine!
Pizza With The Girls
Grandmothers and Apricots
My maternal grandmother has been on my mind a lot recently. For the past few months, actually. I’m not sure why. I guess everything just reminds me of her lately. She died in June 2009 within just a week of her birthday. She was also married just a few weeks after her birthday in July. Her father wouldn’t let her get married until she was sixteen so she married my grandfather a few days after her birthday. Sixteen. It was the 1950s. I got married at 23 and that feels young. I can’t imagine getting married at sixteen-years-old.
Merry Christmas!
Busy busy busy. That’s how I have felt the last several days. Holidays, man! It’s been a good busy, though. I stayed up way too late making chocolate truffles on Friday night. Early breakfast with my best friends on Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve night with my grandparents. This morning I gave my mother the gift of my presence at her church and now I’m finally sitting down to round out our Twelve Days of Cocoa.
This hot cocoa would be considered “sipping chocolate” by some and a ridiculous indulgence by others. It is so thick and rich that if you’re not a chocolate lover like me you’ll want to serve it in small espresso cups instead of regular mugs.
Hot Cocoa From A Galaxy Far, Far Away
Before I started this hot cocoa series I went shopping at several grocery stores looking for all the different chocolates and flavorings I could get my hands on. One item I found was Dagoba Organic Chocolate. Star Wars chocolate?! Yes please! (I’m not a nerd. I just have several in my life whom I love.) Just pretend there is an “h” on the end.





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