Friday, August 31, 2012

Ancient History, Volume XXVI

In the last installment, I saw a fountain with boobs and climbed a volcano but didn't toast marshmallows in the accompanying lava river because I'm a wuss.

The morning after the whole volcano climbing expedition thing, we were up at 5.45am and downstairs at 6.45am, as requested by Arizona Boy. However, it turned out that Arizona Boy had his watch set about four minutes fast, and would get cranky if we weren't there on "Arizona Boy Time"... We piled into minivans, and headed off. After an hour or so, we hit Guatemala City. And Guatemala City delivered us our first dead body of the trip - some poor bastard who'd been run over by a chicken bus. O.o

From there, it was five or so hours in a minibus with broken air conditioning to the docks of Rio Dulce, where we caught boats across to our hotel for the night. The hotel was...interesting. It became known to our group as "The Kevin Place", because a) it was run by a weird American guy named Kevin, and b) in order to buy drinks at the bar, you had to buy a stack of "Kevin dollars" from the front desk, and use those. Conveniently, I nicked one and shoved it in my travel diary, so I can show you exactly what I mean:

Like I said. Interesting. I spent most of the afternoon sitting at the bar by the pool. A decent chunk of it was with (my now BFF) Sara. We spent a chunk of it making fun of this dude:

Yes, that's a pith helmet. Because apparently he's an archaeologist from the 1930s. I also went crazy from the insane heat and decided that I needed a beer. That decision lasted all of 3 sips before I'd gagged repeatedly, given my crappy Guatemalan beer away to one of the boys and was downing handfuls of popcorn to get rid of the taste.

The following day, we were up stupidly early again, this time for a boat trip to Livingston. We started off with a wee jaunt around Lago Izabel, the largest lake in Guatemala. There were a couple of protected bird colonies:

And Castillo de San Felipe, which was built in the sixteenth century, then destroyed, then rebuilt in the 1950s to ward off pirates. BUT OF COURSE:
It had cannons.

From there, we headed down the Rio Dulce towards Livingston. Shortly thereafter, it started POURING with rain. And almost no one had rain gear with them. So we ended up cowering under tarps that did absolutely nothing to keep the rain out. There's nothing quite like sitting on a boat that's driving INTO the wind when it's pouring with train... Upon arrival in Livingston, we drowned-ratted our way to a cafe, where half the group decided that 10.30am was the PERFECT time for Coco Locos - a coconut with the top cut off and rum poured in.

By the time we'd finished our drinks, the sun had come out and it was stinking hot again, so a bunch of us headed down to the Caribbean just for the hell of it. Sadly, it was less pirate filled than I had been led to believe:

No Captain Jack Sparrow to be seen! *sigh*

After wandering around Livingston a little more, it was back to the mainland and onto a bus for the three and a half hour trip to Flores. Sara and I were sharing a room with a delightful bitchy bonkers girl from Ireland who was constantly convinced that the food was going to kill her or that the rooms would give her the plague. Not even the room in Flores - which REEKED of bleach - was clean enough for her. (It will become increasingly apparent that she was Not My Favourite Person)

We didn't get to see much of Flores, because we left first thing the next morning. But what we DID see? Included a pretty spectacular sunset:

Next up, things get FAR more exciting when we visit the first of the Mesoamerican city ruins: Tikal!!

K xx

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!

Unless you're not a Whovian and/or have been living under a rock for the past week or so, you'll know that Doctor Who starts back in the UK, America, and Canada on Saturday night. Australia, on the other hand, will not see it grace our screens until September 8th. HOWEVER. The ABC announced yesterday that they will be putting the new episodes onto iView less than an hour after they air in the UK.
Yes, that's Tom Hiddleston doing a fangirl flail. Source

This is insanely exciting, as it means I don't have to avoid the entire internet for the better part of a week, trying to stay away from spoilers. (I should point out that I will NOT be getting up at 5.10am on Sunday mornings to watch it. As much as I love Doctor Who, I can wait until a civilised hour, thankyouverymuch)

ANYWAY. In honour of this brilliant news, I hereby present you with a list:

Kirsti's Ten Favourite Episode of New Who (to date)

1. Tooth and Claw
Where I feel like Christopher Eccleston took a while to settle into his role as the Ninth Doctor, David Tennant dove in with fanboy glee, and had the Tenth Doctor to perfect by his second episode. As much as I love New Earth (seriously, how can you go past Cassandra??), Tooth and Claw is my favourite episode. Werewolves + Queen Victoria + Tennant being Scottish (albeit briefly) + the founding of Torchwood + an enormous diamond + kung fu monks + the chemistry between the Doctor and Rose = OMG SO AMAZING.

2. Partners in Crime
A close second to Tooth and Claw for me is Partners in Crime. Obviously, I very much like the idea of being able to lose a kilo overnight EVERY night. I also love the scene where Donna sees the Doctor through the window and they start miming at each other. Kills me every time. Plus, it doesn't hurt that the Adipose are completely adorable. And to finish, that squee-worthy moment of "OMG ROSE FOUND A WAY BACK!!!"

3. Blink
This episode terrifies me. I really want to go and take photos in the cemetery not far from my house, because there are all kinds of interesting monuments in there. But there are statues of angels, and NO THANK YOU. That said, the Weeping Angels are fantastic villains. And Carey Mulligan carries this episode fantastically well. It's a rare show in which you can put all the main characters in the background for an entire episode and still have it work brilliantly.

4. Vincent and the Doctor
This is basically the only episode I loved from season 5. Sure, there were others that I enjoyed and that I'd happily go back and watch again. But THIS? I could watch every day without getting sick of it. It's written by Richard Curtis, the man behind The Vicar of Dibley, Mr Bean, Bridget Jones' Diary, and Love Actually. And once again, he delivers that perfect mix of humour and "OH GOD, RIGHT IN THE FEELS". Tony Curran is truly phenomenal as Vincent van Gogh, especially during the scene in the Louvre.

5. The Runaway Bride
This is the only Christmas special to date that I've loved. Set seconds after the heartbreak of Doomsday, it gave us Donna Noble and the lines "Santa's a ROBOT!!" and "With this ring, I thee biodamp", showed us how the Doctor really does need someone to keep his humanity around, and taught us the importance of pockets. Especially pockets that are bigger on the inside. Also, the Doctor's not from Mars. Just in case you missed that.

6. The Doctor's Wife
I seem to have this thing that my favourite episodes of the Moffat era are written by...Not Moffat. This was hands down my favourite episode from the giant mindfuck that was season 6 (PLEASE let season 7 be better. Pretty pretty please...), and it was written by Neil Gaiman. It's phenomenally beautiful and a little bit terrifying, with a wee dash of hilarious and a dose of heartbreak. You know, everything you expect from Neil Gaiman! Plus, Suranne Jones is phenomenal as the oddball Idris.

7. The Empty Child
This is my favourite episode from the Christopher Eccleston era. It's not only completely creepy (I once walked through a supermarket and heard a small child saying "Mummy? Mummy? Mummy??", and basically ran for the exit), but it's the episode that finally sold me on Doctor Who. Prior to this point, I thought it was okay, but not great. From here onwards? Watch *ALL* the episodes! I swear it had nothing whatsoever to do with the introduction of Captain Jack Harkness, although he certainly didn't hurt!! (Seriously, Moffat. Can you bring Barrowman back please???)

8. Closing Time
Another one from season 6, and an episode that is basically Amy and Rory free. It was almost like a palate cleanser after...well, all the episodes in between The Doctor's Wife and this. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll know that I love Gavin and Stacey, so it was great to see James Corden back again. The idea of the Doctor working in a shop is pretty fantastic, but my personal favourite thing from this episode is obviously Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All. It'll never not be funny.

9. The Shakespeare Code
Because I'm a giant history nerd, I love the back-in-time-meeting-famous-figures-from-history episodes more than the what-whacky-future-can-we-come-up-with-this-time episodes. (This is probably already apparent from the inclusion of Tooth and Claw, Vincent and the Doctor, and The Empty Child) So an episode in which the Doctor both discusses his love of Harry Potter and also meets Shakespeare was always going to be a win in my book.

10. Silence in the Library
While the Vashta Nerada are completely creepifying, how would I not love an episode that includes the biggest library in history, a crapton of books, David Tennant, and archaeologists?? I mean, come on. It basically has "Hey Kirsti, check this out!" written all over it. It also marks the arrival of River Song, back in the days before Moffat destroyed her character completely. SIGH.

Honourable mentions:
Doomsday - It's amazing, but OH GOD SO MUCH UGLY CRYING
Journey's End - Again, completely amazing. The Doctor travelling with everyone at once. The Donna Doctor. Ten Too (aka the Metacrisis). But SO MUCH UGLY CRYING PART II.
The Unicorn and the Wasp - I love the international jewel thief part and the Agatha Christie part and the "How is Harvey Wallbanger one word????" part. The giant wasp bit was kind of bonkers, even by Doctor Who standards. But the rest of it is fantastic.

So. Questions for you:
1. What is your favourite episode?
2. Are you kind of relieved that Amy and Rory are leaving?
3. On a scale of 1 to Kermit flail, how excited are you about season 7?
4. If you don't watch Doctor Who, why the hell not?

K xx

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Decisions, decisions

Months and months ago, Deidre and I decided that what we desperately needed to do was hold some kind of meet-up for our Melbourne blogger friends. We got all excited about it, and started making a list of the people that we wanted to invite. And then the Dessert Day sugar high wore off, and we promptly forgot all about it and went on with our lives.

Until a few weeks ago when Deidre announced that it was back on the cards, because a) it was her birthday, and b) she wanted to catch up with people before she heads to the US to get married! And so it came to pass that Deidre, Katie, Ruby and I met at the Cider House on Brunswick Street.

I arrived somewhat flustered, because I'd had the option of two buses to get me there.
a) A bus that would get me there 20 minutes early, or
b) A bus that would get me there 5 minutes late.

I opted for the latter on the basis that the Victorian Public Transport journey calculator assumes that you walk at Old Lady Speed, and I can totally walk faster than that, so I was sure I could turn that 5 minutes into "right on time". Except then I pushed the button for the bus stop a tad too early, and he pulled up at the stop before the one I actually wanted, but I was too embarrassed to say anything because that's totally how I roll, so not only did I have to walk an extra chunk of distance, but I'd neglected to take into consideration the fact that Brunswick Street consists of alfresco dining and People Who Stroll, and that the former means you cannot overtake the latter.

ANYWAY. That's a really long winded way of saying "I was flustered when I got there". And then I had to make decisions, which made me even more flustered. Because when it comes to the Cider House? There are a LOT of decisions to make.

In addition to three or four pages of cider options on the menu, there was the inevitable "what will I have to eat?" decision, which was made even more "Oh God, what if I end up with food envy????"-y by the fact that ordering chips (America: read "fries") involved the following steps:
1. Decide what type of chips you want. 4 options.
2. Decide what kind of seasoning you want. 5 options.
3. Decide what kind of sauce you want. 6 options.

Applying my (possibly flawed) maths abilities leads me to the conclusion that this offers ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DIFFERENT POSSIBLE COMBINATIONS. YOU GUYS. THAT IS A LOT OF PRESSURE AROUND DECISION MAKING.

In the end, here's what I had:

A felafel burger (sadly, it was not one giant felafel, like I was hoping for). Oven roasted potato skins with rosemary seasoning and roasted garlic aioli. And a pint of Cheeky Rascal apple and raspberry cider. All of it was delicious.

After several hours of entertaining conversation and stuffing ourselves with chips, I mentioned that I'd walked past a place not far away that had a sign out the front saying they'd been awarded the title of "Best chocolate macaron in Melbourne". This was a pretty big claim, so we had to test it out:

The one on the left is a blood orange macaron, the right is the famous black and white macaron, which is some kind of vanilla bean custard filling with a big blob of 70% cocoa dark chocolate in the middle. The blood orange one was pretty amazing, but I'm not sure I'd agree that the other was the *best* chocolate macaron in Melbourne. Maybe that's because I like my chocolate macarons more chocolate-y and less STEALTH chocolate-y??

And no, I don't have photographic proof that anyone else was there. We're bloggers - we take photos of food, not people, dammit!!! The moral of the story? Blogger lunches are awesome and should happen regularly. Also, that it may take us a really long time to organise stuff, but once we have? It's freaking spectacular.

Who wants to come to the Cider House with me at periodic intervals to try ALL the chip combinations???

K xx

Monday, August 27, 2012

Movie Monday: Clueless

After last week's sob-fest, I thought it was time to cover another spectacular blast from the past that I will never get sick of! Because honestly? Who doesn't love the crap out of this movie???

Reasons why Clueless is awesome.
1. Alicia Silverstone. There's a reason why she didn't have to audition for this role. She IS Cher Horowitz.
2. The soundtrack.
3. It's based on Jane Austen. Considering Emma is my least favourite Austen book, I'm thrilled that someone turned it into something hilariously watchable.
4. Paul Rudd.
5. The scene where Cher corrects Josh's pretentious girlfriend about Hamlet.
6. Wallace Shawn. Incontheivable!
7. Cher's closet.
8. Cher's dad. HILARIOUS.
9. Dionne's ridiculous hats.
Seriously, y'all. What IS that hat??? Also, source.
10. Brittany Murphy *sob*
11. Tai and Travis. They're so adorable.
12. Donald Faison.
13. Josh's expression when Cher walks down the stairs in her ridiculous tiny Calvin Klein dress.
14. Breckin Meyer.
15. Josh dancing with Tai at the party.
16. Cher's attempt at baking. LOL FOREVER.
17. Did I mention Paul Rudd?
18. When Cher tries to seduce Christian by flicking her hair and falls off the bed.
19. Directed by Amy Heckerling, who's also responsible for one of my other favourite teen movies, Loser.
20. Cher's "most capable looking outfit" for the driver's test. AHAHAHAHAHA.
21. The scene with Josh and Cher sitting on the stairs. Adorbs.
22. Cher's driving.

Plus, the following quotes:
- "Hello? That was a stop sign!" "I totally paused!!"
- "Ew! Get off of me! Ugh, as IF!"
- "Isn't my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972!"
- "I would like to say this. Tardiness is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. I would like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school, the LA city bus driver who took a chance on an unknown kid and last but not least, the wonderful crew from McDonalds who spend hours making those egg McMuffins without which I might never be tardy."
- "Mr Hall, I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the ladies!"
- "Why should I listen to you, anyway? You're a virgin who can't drive." "That was way harsh, Tai."
- "What the hell is that?" "A dress." "Says who?" "Calvin Klein."
- "Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter."
- "You mean to tell me that you argued your way from a C+ to an A-?" "Totally based on my powers of persuasion, you proud?" "Honey, I couldn't be happier than if they were based on real grades."
- "Ms. Stoeger, my plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose." "Well, there goes your social life."
- "Hey, James Bond, in America we drive on the right side of the road." "I am. You try driving in platforms."
- "Don't tell me those brain-dead lowlifes are calling me again." "They *are* your parents."
- "So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."
- "'Second notice on three outstanding tickets.' I don't remember getting a first notice!" "The ticket is the first notice! I didn't even know you could get tickets without a license." "Oh, you can get tickets anytime."
- "Well you can guess what happened next...AS IF. I am only 16, and this is California, not Kentucky!"
- "Do you think she's pretty?" "No, she's a full-on Monet." "What's a monet?" "It's like a painting, see? From far away, it's OK, but up close, it's a big old mess. Let's ask a guy. Christian, what do you think of Amber?" "Hagsville." "See?"
- "And could the suicide attempts PLEASE be postponed until the next period?"
- "Where are you?" "I'm just having a snack at my girlfriend's." "Where, in Kuwait?" "Is that in the Valley?"
- "Sporadically. It means once in a while. Try to use it in a sentence."
- "I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M's and like 3 pieces of liquorice."
- "So does anyone have any final thoughts on Cher's oration? Elton?" "Yeah. I can't find my Cranberries CD. I gotta go to the quad before anyone snags it."
- "Been shopping with Dr. Seuss?" "Well at least I wouldn't skin a collie to make my back pack." "It's faux!"
- "You can't be the absolute and final word on drivers' licences?" "Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the messiah of the DMV."
- "We might get Marky Mark to plant a celebrity tree." "Oh how fabulous. Getting Marky Mark to take time from his busy pants dropping schedule to plant trees. Why don't you just hire a gardener?" "You know, maybe Marky Mark wants to use his popularity for a good cause - make a contribution. In case you've never heard of that, a contribution is..." "Excuse me, but I have donated many expensive Italian outfits to Lucy, and as soon I get my license, I fully intend to brake for animals, and I have contributed many hours to helping two lonely teachers find romance." "Which I'll bet serves your interests more than theirs. You know, If I ever saw you do anything that wasn't ninety percent selfish, I'd die of shock." "Oh, that'd be reason enough for me."
- "Oh look, Josh is dancing with Tai, he never dances!" "I can see why."
- "Two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine holiday fun!"

On the basis that I can't deal with the idea of anyone not loving this movie, I ask you this: What's your favourite line from Clueless?

K xx

Thursday, August 23, 2012

30 Days of Photography - Day 20

OH MA GAH, I remembered about this series again! Kidding. I knew it was still here. I've just been really slack/lacking in motivation to take photos...

Anyway, the theme for day 20 was bokeh. Part of the reason why it took me so long to do this was that I was kind of hoping that the City of Melbourne would put up the Christmas lights cu-raaaaaaaaaaaaazy early, allowing for pretty twinkle light bokeh in the background. However, they rudely neglected to cater to my whims, so you don't get any twinkle light bokeh. Hopefully I can rectify that at Christmas time!!

ANYWAY. Instead, you get this:

A sign that spring is finally on the way. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

It may not twinkle, but there's still more than a sufficient amount of bokeh to cross off the theme for day 20!

K xx

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Ancient History, Volume XXV

In the last installment, I spent an entire freaking day flying from Ecuador to Guatemala solely to avoid flying through Columbia. Don't be me...

The following morning, I realised that I was starving (due to skipping dinner when I arrived) and had no Guatemalan money to my name. So I set off for the Antigua town square in search of breakfast and quetzales. Which was about the time I found out that there were seven quetzales to the dollar, which is REALLY hard to work out in your head... I wandered around Antigua for about half the day - it's really pretty and the entire town is heritage listed - it was hit by an earthquake in 1776 and largely abandoned, so all the really old (and slightly ruined) buildings are still there.

In the middle of the afternoon, I headed back to the hotel and sat outside reading my book until I was suddenly accosted by a bunch of Australian voices. It turned out they were part of the group that had just finished the tour I was about to start, and the group was heading on to Honduras. Their tour leader was running an orientation walking tour of the city for the people joining in Antigua, so I tagged along.


Check out the decoration on this church facade! 

They invited me to tag along to their farewell dinner that night, which I did, and the following day I was up at stupid o'clock (like 5.30am) and heading out with the group to climb an active volcano. The first few hundred metres of the climb were absolute torture - like walking the trail to Dead Woman's Pass all over again. After that, it alternated between reasonably flat and crazy steep. As me and a couple of others started to fall further behind the group, locals would come up behind us asking if we wanted to get a 'taxi' (aka a horse) to the top. So I was constantly finding horses behind me. And I'm TERRIFIED of horses. So I was freaking the fuck out, and attempting to convey that no, I really REALLY didn't want to ride a horse to the top. Eventually, I managed to convey to one of the guides that me + horses = no bueno, and he persuaded the touts to leave me alone. THANK GOD.

Finally, we reached the lava field, I became increasingly paranoid that the pumice was going to give way under me and that I would fall into molten lava and die a horrible flamey death. OH HAI, OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION!!!
Thanks a lot, brain... Also, source.

Needless to say, I didn't die a horrible flamey lava death - SURPRISE!!. At the summit, we got to see lava bubbling away, and a little further down the slope was a river of lava. (How many more times do you think I can use the word  lava in this post? LAVA LAVA LAVA LAVA LAVA)
Climbing Mount Doom Volcan Pacaya




After not very long at the top, one of the guys in the group (who'd gone close enough to the lava river to try and toast marshmallows) discovered that the soles on his shoes were melted. Between that and the overpowering smell of sulphur, we decided that it was probably time to start heading back down. After an hour's bus ride, we were back in Antigua where I discovered that I couldn't get into my room because my roommate had arrived and had taken the key with her when she left the hotel. AWESOME. (This was pretty much the way our relationship would go for the rest of the trip...)

So I whinged to one of the girls on the other tour, and we went out to have a look at some of the ruins:

That night, there was a pre-tour briefing which was to change my life forever. Because that's where I met my BFF, Sara. And also our tour leader, Arizona Boy, who was...more than a little odd.

But Arizona Boy and his special snowflake behaviour (and his Evil Twin, who appeared when tequila was present) are stories for another time...................................

Have you climbed a volcano? Did you get paranoid that you were going to fall through the stone and die in a river of lava?? (Please say yes so I feel like less of a weirdo...)

K xx

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Challenge recipe 20: Flourless chocolate cake

It was my mum's birthday over the weekend, so I took advantage of the opportunity to cross another recipe from my Cookbook Challenge off the list! She's gluten intolerant, so this flourless chocolate cake was ideal. (Warning: some of these photos are overexposed. I would fix them, but it's late and I had six hours of class today, and apparently my new laptop doesn't come with easy-to-use editing software like my old one did. LAAAAAAAAAAME).

ANYWAY. Here's the book:

And here's what you'll need:

Start by greasing and lining a 23cm springform tin:

Then chop up 400g (FOUR HUNDRED GRAMS!!) of dark chocolate and melt it in a double boiler:

Once it's melted, take the chocolate off the heat and put it to one side to cool. While it's cooling, put half a cup of brown sugar in a mixing bowl:

Add six (SIX!) eggs:

And beat it all together until it's creamy. The book claims this will take ten minutes. It did not take ten minutes. Maybe I didn't do it for long enough?? But it had a creamy consistency, so I figured it was okay!

Next up, add a teaspoon of cinnamon:

And a tablespoon of Cointreau. Technically the recipe called for Grand Marnier, but we didn't have any. And seeing as how I'm kind of a philistine when it comes to alcohol, I figured one orange flavoured liqueur is the same as another orange flavoured liqueur, right??
It looks like water. I promise it's Cointreau.

Then pour the chocolate into the egg mixture. Pretend there's a photo here. My chocolate hadn't cooled quite as much as I would have liked, so I wanted to mix it through quickly in case it started to cook the eggs... Here's what it looked like once I'd finished mixing it together:

Next up, add in 300mL(!!) of double cream. It all sank to the bottom of the bowl, so it looks like I added about 3mL of cream. I promise it's all there:

Fold the cream through the chocolate mixture gently, and then pour the whole lot into the prepared tin:

Bake at 180 degrees C for about an hour. Mine was probably in there a little bit too long - the top of it got RATHER crispy at the edges, so maybe stick a skewer in it after 50 minutes and see how it's going:

Pull it out of the oven when a skewer comes out clean, and leave it to cool in the tin:

DO NOT BE ALARMED WHEN IT SINKS DRAMATICALLY. It is a flourless cake. This is just what happens with flourless cakes. Because basically? You've made a cake sized souffle. So this is inevitable:

Once it's cool, take it out of the tin and dust it liberally with icing sugar to cover the whole sunken and slightly too crispy thing:

Serve with strawberries. Or, you know, more cream. But I neglected to buy more cream, so strawberries it was:

The verdict? It's pretty good, yo. Kind of like baked chocolate mousse. You can't really taste the Cointreau (maybe you'd taste it more with Grand Marnier?? I honestly have no idea), but you DO get little hints of cinnamon every so often. The recipe claims it serves eight, but it's pretty rich, so it could easily serve ten or twelve, especially if you put extra cream and berries with it.

It's really quick and really easy to make - literally the only bit that might be complicated is mixing the chocolate into the eggs without cooking it. But provided you let the chocolate cool sufficiently, even that isn't a problem!

Give it a try and let me know what you think! Just don't tell people about the ingredients - they might go running for the cardiac wing of the nearest hospital!! ;)

K xx
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