We all know there are moments (many for me) when chocolate truly does save the save. But not just any old rubbish. It has to suit me mood. What I’m trying to say is that the type of chocolate really does matter.
However, I think the outside world doesn’t really give us easy access to the infinite directions chocolate can can travel in our minds, whether it be encrusted with jelly beans and marmite or bits of toast and tea. Don’t give up on those thoughts. Make them come true. Become Willy Wonka and make your kitchen the factory in which endless combinations of chocolates and dreams can come together in a wonderful bar.
Just melt your preferred bar of chocolate in a pan (I used a good quality dark as it’s dairy free), pour it over greaseproof paper and then sprinkle it with whatever the fuck you want. Go crazy! Mine’s topped with strawberries and pistachios.