Easy Chocolate Orange Sauce
Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive ~Joanne Harris There it lay, shattered and cracked. Its pieces were a quarter-inch thick. Its edges, curving upwards, indicated its once rounded shape. We stared at the lump-hammer that had caused this destruction for one moment of suspended silence. Then, we rushed forward and started stuffing pieces into our mouths. One year, a long, long time ago, my family received a gift of a giant Easter egg, possibly a Lir 0ne, if memory serves. The egg was huge! According to my mam, maybe even as tall as 20 inches. Imagine! A chocolate Easter Egg TWENTY inches high. It was so thick that when we threw it on the ground we didn’t make a dint in it at all and, until my father smashed it to smithereens with his hammer, it remained impenetrable. To this day, I’ve never seen an Easter egg quite like it and, obviously, it made a huge impact on my childhood memories. I don’t remember anything else about that …