Most years on Father’s Day I dig out my recipe for the richest, gooiest chocolate cake I can find to treat the old man. (A nice thoughtful gift I thought, until I heard about the girl who bought her Dad a DVD, a watch, AND made him breakfast in bed. What? Dad, don’t get any ideas…) This weekend with the diet niggling at the back of my mind I thought I’d have a go at this recipe from Cook Yourself Thin which has always intrigued me: beetroot chocolate fudge cake.
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The first encounter I had with raw chocolate came in a tribal village in Northern Thailand. It was a chocolate tantric meditation session with 30 others: we each took a delicious ball of handmade raw chocolate and, turning to the person next to us, rubbed the chocolate on their lips like lipstick whilst feeling your heartbeat increase with the ensuing endorphin kick.