If you know me, you’ll know I take chocolate seriously. To me, it can be the mid-afternoon pick-me-up, the decadent after-dinner dessert, or the yummy nibbles while immersed in a movie – and everything in between. It has to *be* chocolate though, no pale imitation.
I’ve had a full-on, crazy-busy week at work, but finally – yay – it’s Friday, and I’m calling to pick up takeaway for dinner. This particular eatery does some good desserts, and the last couple of times I’ve been, they’ve had little pots of chocolate mousse. Dark, velvety, and chocolate-rich. Paired with a glass of wine, and some silly comedy on TV, it would be the best way to round off the week.
Only, it wasn’t.
Something had changed. The recipe, definitely, and maybe the chef, but this was no longer chocolate mousse. It was pale brown, slightly…
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