Hot chocolate is my passion. It is my morning coffee, my afternoon tea. I am usually found in the in between hours of sunset and sleep, curled up with a cup or two; wrapped up in the blanket my mum crocheted for me. It takes me back to the year where it was just me, her and the dog, a settee each, sharing a big bag of nibbles, she would put on an episode of CSI and I would whistle all of the themes, always to her delight. (Only a mere three sentences into this and I’ve already digressed.)
My hot chocolate infatuation began as a counter attack upon my chocolate cravings, she says as she sits here, writing this with choc-y biscuits on the side of her drink. I guess it calms me, soothes me and warms me up when I want to get away from the reality of growing up, adulthood and soon, my graduation.
Talking about running away from responsibilities, one of my favourite pass times is venturing off on my bike, for pleasure or for errands and finding somewhere to cutch up and test out a new hot choc. Sometimes I am pleasantly surprised, sometimes I’m not. Café’s calling dirty brown water an ‘indulgence’ but is then always made up for with the purchase of a gorgeous slice of cake, a buttery, crumbly pastry or a heavenly light tart (and I complain about my weight…..). Every time I find an especially good-looking tester, I make the mistake of going for the large option (with all of the trimmings). I become encased with the warmth of a chocolate hug and which is then followed by the food sleeps and finding myself unable to get home due to my lack of will power; she says, after downing a delicious hot chocolate, eyes growing heavy, all ready for bed wearing my off-white Pjs covered in little blue frogs.
I once heard there were people out in the big wide world who didn’t like chocolate. I didn’t believe it until I met one myself. Strange people. And there are those other people, the ones who only like the white kind, you know, the stuff that actually isn’t chocolate. You know the people I’m talking about. And then there are those people who almost have a physical and mental break down when I tell them I don’t like tea or coffee (which is always awkward when offered drinks in peoples homes). “Anarchy in the UK” some of them say, “what’s wrong with you?” others ask. Responding with “I just don’t like them” is never a good idea as it is always followed with a bombardment of questions or statements of me not trying ‘the right kinds’ or ‘not making it properly. It’s almost like coming out or talking to heterosexual people about my sexuality. It’s pretty awkward and I don’t really want to be having that conversation with them. Hot Chocolate is my favourite, that’s not going to change, just back off and let me indulge myself in this fine drink (and fine women).
AHHH Thank you!!!
It’s my favourite movie and inspired me to start this blog! Obviously I couldn’t do a new recipe every single day, I can’t afford that but once a week is okay c:
Yeah in the Uk we call that ‘blind baking’ but usually a recipe says to do that if you do need to but this one didn’t! However it obviously didn’t need say but clearly needed it! >.<
Thank you anyway c: