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Chocolate-filled Easter
The industry has been in a state of evolution since the
first chocolate house was opened in London in 1657. No, I don’t mean a
house made of chocolate, nor a house in which one eats chocolate, but a
kind
of bar for chocolate. No, not a bar OF chocolate but a place for
drinking
chocolate. They advertised: "In
Bishopgate
St, in Queen's Head Alley, at a Frenchman's house, is an excellent West
Indian
drink called Chocolate to be sold, where you may have it ready at any
time
and also unmade at reasonable rates."
It’s only been an eating confection for about 10% of
its
history and for the masses it’s only been affordable for an even
shorter period
of time. But so popular is it now that Easter wouldn’t be Easter in the
Western
world without a healthy (or unhealthy) dose of it.
For me the nicest and most memorable Easter egg was the
first that my husband bought for me (ahhh, romantic, isn’t it?). He
bought it
at some personal cost (not in money but in embarrassment) in Thornton’s
somewhere in West London. The clients had to write their messages on
slips of
paper which were then given to the staff member responsible for
decorative calligraphy.
Each egg was expertly inscribed with the sentiment in icing and then
boxed and
passed to the counter assistant. All very well so far but the next step
is
cringe-making. The assistant then bellows the message (“I love you my
sweet
snookums”," My heart belongs to you my snuggles”, “Forever your passion
pixie”) across the shop to the waiting customers, most of whom, being
men, were
covered in blushes.
I can’t say I am a chocoholic but on the other hand I
can’t
allow a piece of chocolate to remain unmolested. I’m OK if I don’t
start but
that first mouthful is my downfall. I do very well for chocolate gifts
at both
Christmas and Easter as the husband gets migraine if he has more than a
couple
of grams of either bar or egg. I guess I should tell our friends about
the
problem but..er..well..would you?
You probably expect me to say that I only eat the best,
the
finest quality. Well, no. I love all types...apart from (sorry,
American
friends) Hershey’s. I can understand why it’s popular with woodsy,
outdoorsy types as it does double-duty on a camping trip. If the soap
runs out
you can always use the “Candy”!
The UK hasn’t got a fantastic reputation
for high quality
chocolates – apart from a few notable exceptions such as Paul Young’s www.payoung.net. Paul has elevated
British chocolate-making to
a new level. He now has two fantastic shops, well worth visiting
(Islington and
the City of London). You’ll find award-winning fresh hand-made
chocolates,
bars, brownies and hot chocolate, all produced on the premises by Paul
and his
team.
We probably like all those low-% cocoa butter
confections
because that’s what we have been accustomed to since childhood. Some
say it’s not
real chocolate, but I can live with that. It’s evident that it doesn’t
compare
to Paul’s hand-made delights. The cheap bar in blue paper doesn’t have
the
flavour nor, equally important, the texture of the finer chocolate.
Perhaps we
should consider them as completely different products and enjoy each
one when
appropriate. The ordinary mass-produced bar when we need a quick sugar
fix, and
the pure heaven of the silky, rich specialities of the craftsman when
we want
to spoil ourselves or others.
I wish you all a peaceful Easter and to my Greek,
Russian
and Bulgarian friends I wish you a good Orthodox Easter for next month!
Chocolate
sauce to go over anything
100g dark chocolate, 70% cocoa solids, broken into pieces
10g butter
2 tbsp whipping cream
2 tbsp golden syrup, warmed
2 tbsp brandy or liqueur of your choice
Slowly melt the chocolate and butter in a
heatproof bowl
over a pan of simmering water. Don’t let the bowl touch the water.
Remove from the heat and stir in the golden
syrup, liqueur
and cream, and use while it’s still hot.
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