barefoot earlier

I don't like chocolate particularly: give me cheese every time. However, I've had a couple of sublime chocolate moments lately, both of which were about surprising combinations. First were the muffins with dark chocolate and flaked chilli sauce I made Andy for his birthday (he likes food wildly hotter than I do). Then, I brought him back white chocolate with aloe vera and rhubarb from Austria (which I can't believe was a local recipe).

Both were divine, in a very strange kind of a way, but I preferred the zero after effects of the rhubarb variant.

Sorry, Andy. I ate most of the rhubarb chocolate last night with half a bottle of red (guilty look).