Lenny was traveling last week. I was a bit bad (head hanging low). I over indulged. I bought gelato. I made chocolate sauce. I watched bad movies and ate sugary goodness.
I remember my Grandma Olson would always have a little something sweet after dinner, and before going to bed. It usually consisted of a bowl of vanilla ice cream with this dreamy chocolate sauce. I was only a kid; but, I knew this was the ultimate. It was not from a squeeze bottle. She would take squares of chocolate, melt them with sugar and butter, and create what I was pretty sure what they served in heaven.
There is an emergency stash of bittersweet chocolate in the pantry. You know, for those last minute desserts, when company comes over. Or for emergencies such as this. The evening pretty much played out like this … I poured a glass of red wine, put a some Les Nubians on (doesn’t chocolate warrant sultry music), carefully (okay, I TORE) opened the chocolate, unwrapped some butter, and started mixing heaven with a little sugar and heavy cream. Fifteen minutes later, I was on the couch, filling that “missing you” void.
Lesson learned; don’t buy a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce. Make a batch, eat a little, put the rest in the fridge, it will stay fresh for about 2 weeks; maybe. It is easy to make. You know what will be in it. You can put it on ice cream, pound cake with strawberries, mix a little with your milk for feed that childhood memory. Let your imagination run as wild as a jar of chocolate sauce is.
And you can get as creative as you want when making this recipe. Sometimes I add a little orange peel or lemon. Maybe a sprinkle of smoked cherry wood salt. Or a shot of bourbon. Or just as Grandma use to make it … pure.