Death by Hot Chocolate

In continuing with my recent trend of cooking stuff, I have come across a recipe for the best hot chocolate ever. I was drinking some earlier this evening and thinking that I could understand the concept of death by chocolate. Without further ado, here's what you'll need:

  • 1 cup Heavy Cream
  • 8-10 oz. Dark/Bittersweet Chocolate (if you're a philistine, like me, this is one and a half of those large bars of Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate)
  • Some Milk (preferably Whole Milk)

Now, here's what you do. Break the chocolate into lots of little pieces. In a medium saucepan, over medium heat, bring the cream to a rolling boil. Once the cream begins to boil, turn off the heat and stir in the chocolate; keep stirring until the mixture is homogeneous. This cream and chocolate mixture can be kept in Tupperware in the fridge for later. This mixture is your concentrate from which to actually make hot chocolate.

To prepare your hot chocolate, mix the concentrate with milk in a one to one ratio and heat in a medium saucepan over medium heat. It's so decadent and delicious.

If I get around to not being cheap, I might go over to the Godiva in the mall and get some really good chocolate, but that's a later thing. Also, you can add a little bit of Kahlua for taste or fun.


Oh man... I tried this with Netta one time when she and I were making dinner together... ok so basically I am the last person who should ever set foots in a kitchen, and with that in mind... I didn't realize that glass dishes are not heat-proof. So I broke up my pieces of choclate (it didn't matter that it had whole hazelnuts in it) into a saucepan with milk and sort of boiled/burned it to a crisp. Then I set my glass bowl thing on the counter and poured the brownish-tan goo into it, and it looked all nice and almost-hot-chocolatey, so I added a good amount of cold milk and it doesn't take a chemist to figure out what happened. So I had to hold shards of broken glass together as best I could until I was over the sink and then I laid it in the sink and set to calculating how much of the brown goo I could salvage... so I took a spoon and scraped some of the I-don't-even-know-what-to-call-it-at-this-point into a safer mug, whole hazelnuts and all, added my milk, and just microwaved that bitch. Yeah... it tasted kind of nasty, but at least it wasn't like the time I tried to microwave a pouch of Capri Sun...