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I've cracked it!

I dig hot chocolate. So much that I find reasons to have a couple of hours between connecting flights in Delhi. Just so I can hop into Choko La and have a cup of Papua Hot Chocolate. And sometimes I feel that I only go to London so I can go to the Chocolate Bar at Harrods. All because I can never get the right flavor when I make hot chocolate at home. Or didn't, until yesterday. This morning, I finally got it right.

I started with 20 gms of pure dark chocolate. Not milk, not semi-sweet; just plain 70% dark (I use Lindt). I don't have a double boiler so I heated water in a saucepan until it came to a boil, then reduced the heat to let the water simmer. Next I found another pan that fitted in the rim of the saucepan and added chocolate pieces to this one. After a few seconds, when the chocolate started melting, I just swirled it a bit with a fork to break the pieces. Once all the chocolate had melted, in went half a teaspoon of sugar. Mixed for a few seconds, then poured in a cup of warm milk. I mixed the chocolate and milk with a fork at first. Then, after a few seconds, I brought out a wire whisk and whisked the mixture for maybe a minute until it was frothy and slightly thickened.

Deep, dark, mysterious; the flavor was a cross between Choko La and Harrods, and as chocolatey as it gets.

PS: I don't have any pictures; for how was I to know it will turn out so good.
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CurryLeaf said…
Nice to know,you like dark one.I prefer milk chc and yes I too love hot choc.Well choc shakes also go well me.I too use your method or microwave to melt them.Yummy and comforting the warmth of hot chocolate
November 21, 2008 at 3:01 AM
Bharti said…
You got it girl. I make it the same way using the same lindt dark chocolate (melt it in the microwave). I use so much chocolate that you don't need the added sugar. :-)
November 21, 2008 at 6:09 AM
Aparna Balasubramanian said…
I don't need the pictures to tell me how good this is. Of course, I would like hot chocolate! :)
November 24, 2008 at 1:46 PM
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