![]() It's so decadent, so sweet, so downright naughty. After about 3-4 minutes, it looked soft and was leaving a little puddle on the bottom of the pan.Īfter about 8-10 minutes, it had a slight "crack" on top and I thought to myself, "you'd better take this out of the oven". Step 4: I put it in the oven, and checked on it every few minutes. Step 3: I put a 6-ounce block of expensive chocolate inside of the vessel. I reached for a loaf pan, which in retrospect was probably not the best vessel, but it did work. Step 1: I preheated the oven to 200 degrees. I figured that if I got the chocolate a bit melty, then I could just pour the hot cream on top of it and it would make an effortless ganache that would require no chopping. I found myself wondering, "what if I put this big ol' block of chocolate in the oven for a few minutes, and melted it instead?". It seemed impossible.īut then, a little lightbulb went on over my head. Yesterday, as I faced with the task of chopping chocolate to make ganache for the bottom level of a pie, the idea of taking out a knife, chopping chocolate, and then cleaning up the inevitable mess I'd make simply seemed insurmountable. You really need to chop the chocolate, because if you were to pour hot cream or milk on top of a big block of unchopped chocolate, it would never melt into a creamy, velvety ganache.īut guess what, my friends? There's another way. The thing is, chopping chocolate is NECESSARY for certain recipes. It's likely because I have never really learned proper knife skills in my kitchen, when it's time to chop chocolate, it's an ugly hacking scene which always results in a BOM (Big Ol' Mess) in my kitchen. Contains some strong language and scenes of a sexual nature.I realize that food bloggers are supposed to have some sort of idealized, Anthropologie photo shoot type of kitchen and CIA-caliber culinary skills, but I am just going to level with you: I'm an awful and messy chocolate chopper. In this story of passion and sexual discovery, Nicholas and Freda will contend with jealousy, emotional highs and lows, and the kind of love that only comes around once in a lifetime. ![]() Soon she finds herself immersed in a world of wigs, make-up and high heels, surrounded by pretty men and the temptation of falling for her incredibly beautiful employer. Excited by the idea, she jumps at the chance. Later on, Nicholas asks her if she would like to become his show assistant. She is gob-smacked and entirely intrigued to see him take to the stage in drag. He is a travelling cabaret performer, but Freda doesn't know exactly what that entails until the curtains pull back on his opening night. When he walks into a room he lights it up, with his quick wit and charisma. Nicholas is darkly handsome, funny and magnetic, and Freda feels like her black and white existence is plunged into a rainbow of colour when she's around him. She doesn't have the best track record with first impressions, which is why she gets a surprise when her new neighbour Nicholas takes a shine to her. She has a habit of making offensive jokes and speaking her mind too often. Come forth with an open mind, for an unconventional tale of love.ĭublin native Freda Wilson considers herself to be an acquired taste.
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