When I was pregnant last year, my iron levels dipped. Imagine my delight to learn that chocolate was good for me. Yes. Dark chocolate has bountiful iron, well maybe not bountiful, but there’s iron. And that’s good for you.
So in the spirit of helping out those Olympian athletes (international male swimmers we salute you) with a snack rich in iron and (ahem) energy, I thought I’d share my friend Tamara’s lusho-licious chocolate brownie recipe that I’m whipping up today.
Warning – excessive consumption may be hazardous to your health (unless you’re planning on burning it off in a 1500 meter dash)
1 and a half cups of cocoa
2 cups of sugar
2 tsp vanilla essence
1 cup of standard flour
1 tsp of baking powder
Melt the butter (if you do it in a saucepan now you can do the rest in the same pot). Add cocoa. Stir over a low heat for one to two minutes. Remove from heat. Stir in sugar. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in vanilla. Sift flour and baking power together and then stir into the mixture. Pour into a greased and lined shallow 20 tin. Bake at 180C/350F for thirty to thirty five minutes. Leave in the tin for five minutes before turning out onto a rack. This leaves it pretty gooey. But gooey on the inside is good right? If you like things a little firmer, leave it in the oven a little longer. Cut into Olympian sized pieces. You could dust with icing sugar, or you could go for gold and serve with cream.
In The Boss and Her Billionaire Michaela is more interested in cocktails than chocolate. Not so her BFF Felicity:
“You were thinking of that delectable guy from admin and giving yourself a firm telling off for having unprofessional thoughts, weren’t you?” Felicity’s grin was devilish.
“Admin?” Michaela blushed, the green-eyed new staff member springing to mind. The green-eyed dancer.
She almost laughed as the realization hit her. Come on, he’s a male dancer! Might as well be attracted to a tropical palm tree for all the good it would do. “Oh, yes, the dark one from admin,” she said. “I was probably letting him seduce me subconsciously.” She winked at Felicity, hoping that would be an end to it.
Felicity smiled. “It was a good cover. No one is going to suspect you when he’s found tied up in his stateroom with whipped cream covering his chest.”
“Felicity!” Michaela felt the blush right down to her toes. “You know very well I would never! And he’s not all that edible, anyway.”
“Rightio.” Felicity chortled. “If you don’t want him, be sure and let me know. He gave me a filthy little smile in the middle of your tirade. I’m sure I can find space for him within my male menu. And I think his chocolate good looks would go perfectly with cream.”
What do you think? Are you a Michaela or Felicity – do you like your heroes with cream? Or should food and sex be pleasures sampled separately? Hope you enjoy the brownie 😉