My not so secret addiction

Chocolate eyed owl

Chocolate and cream

What do you think of this gorgeous chocolate owl made in Australia by cacao? It has so much detail in it, it will almost be a shame to eat it but sometimes we must make sacrifices mustn’t we?

Sweet as violets

I’m too pretty to eat!

Chocolate, oh how I love thee. The darker the better, then I can pretend I’m eating it for the antioxidant benefits. The bonus in my house, is that I’ve discovered I’m the only one who likes dark chocolate so I don’t even have to hide it! I love to have a couple of squares a day, but usually sweet things go pretty quickly around here so although I can limit myself others(who shall remain nameless) can’t, leaving me with nothing later in the week. So, a very fortunate discovery.

Something we all love though is Stephanie Alexander’s Double Chocolate Brownies. We have to be very careful of naughty Miss Ruby the Pugalier though. Chocolate is toxic for dogs and last Christmas she ate an entire box of Belgium chocolates(didn’t even share!) and was extremely sick. Not a moment I’d like to revisit……….

Stephanie Alexander is an Australian cook who has written a wonderful book “The cook’s companion”. I have just baked a batch of her Brownies, they’re very easy to make and extremely delicious. If only you could taste them through this blog. Mmmnn.

Perhaps I could just eat the raw mixture?


The finished product

I mixed up the ingredients in a bowl that is very dear to me. It belonged to my Hungarian grandmother who was an amazing cook, showing her love of family through her cooking. When she moved out of her home and into a retirement home, she gave away most of her things. Grandma asked family members what they wanted from her kitchen, she was distressed that people weren’t taking much. So I asked if I could have her mixing bowl and Crown Corning Ware casserole dishes.

Grandma is gone now, I miss her. Her English wasn’t great and my Hungarian was almost non existent but if she was here now, I’d ask her  more questions about her life.  I’m so grateful that I took her bowl and casserole dishes. Every time I use them, I think of her and her amazing food; goulash with dumplings, pancake casserole, hot sour cherry soup and the creamiest mash potato in the world. It’s a bittersweet kind of feeling.

Grandma’s vintage mixing bowl


33 thoughts on “My not so secret addiction

  1. I know what you mean about missing your grandmother. Mine passed away a few years back and was a cousin of Laura Ingalls Wilder (a pioneer and author who wrote about her years on the Plains). When Grandma died, I got her collection of Little House on the Prairie books, written by Laura Ingalls. They’re not much but to me, they’re everything.

    P.S. The owl looks delicious!

    • Little House on the Prairie books were my favourite books as a child. I still have a box set of them but somewhere along the way By the shores of silver lake went missing. I even reread them just a few years ago when going through a low patch. They’re like book chocolate to me. How special to be related to Laura Ingalls!

  2. Mmmm, I love dark chocolate too! And we can lose everything, like our native tongue, but the delicious recipes and memories seem to always be carried through the generations…

  3. I know very few women who dislike chocolate. I wonder if anyone has done research on why this sweet appeals so widely to the female sensibility – sweet, rich, indulgent – little wonder.

  4. Those brownies look delicious! I too have a mixing bowl like that, that my husbands grandma gave us- its lovely and big and I feel really nostalgic when mixing cakes in it! What a lovely item to remember your grandmother by- every time you make a cake you can think of her.

    • Thank you, I love putting in bits and pieces of old music and books, it’s so much fun looking for little snippets of words that might suit. Perhaps we need to have a chocolate convention???

  5. I love your owls! They are beautiful! I also love brownies, yours made me drool! 🙂 You are lucky to have your grandmothers bowl. You can think of her every time you make something in it. I inherited the whole kitchen from my grandmother (actually the whole apartment ) and it is a wonderful feeling, like a special connection through dishes and things she used. As you said, a bitter sweet feeling.

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