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Chocolate Fudge with Salted Pistachios

Chocolate Fudge2When it comes to picking a chocolate recipe to make, it is a no brainer at this household. I always pick Ina’s Outrageous Brownies and I am never disappointed. So this time, I surprised myself by craving something chocolate that was not brownies. I wanted fudge. And I didn’t want to switch my oven on. I probably get zero points for creativity but hey, I was not competing in a contest!

Shopping around for recipes, I came across Nigella’s Chocolate Fudge with Pistachio recipe and decided to be daring. When I say daring, I use the word loosely because this is the first Lawson recipe have ever made and am I glad I tried it! These chocolate-y squares are pure heaven and the taste is only magnified by the sweetened condensed milk. Although I do wish I had added a dash of vanilla to the fudge, I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would have, thanks to the pistachios.
Chocolate FudgeOh, the pistachios! I have a truck-load of salted-roasted pistachios sitting in the refrigerator and this recipe was an amazing way use up some of them. Since my nuts were already salted, I did not add the pinch of salt Nigella’s recipe lists.

I also want to give a shout-out to my sister who has a new-found love in her life now called cooking! She made her first mug brownie last night and reveling in the joy only a midnight cup of dessert can bring you. J, here is another sweat-treat for you to try and just so you know, I am getting ready to accept your gratitude gracefully 🙂

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Those last pounds of muffin top…

It is said by work-out moguls that the last few pounds are the toughest to lose. You tend to feel overly happy with your new weight that you feel that one piece of brownie with your evening coffee is okay to eat. I’ve been carrying my last few pound for, lets see, forever and they have decided to set up camp and not let me go. My magic number is 33 and this is when you stop letting your Indian brain from doing wrong conversion. 15 kgs is a heavy weight to carry around and my most important reason for shying away from colors like white and peach. I mean, who wants to look like a golf ball when you can actually do dark?

So a couple of weeks back, I bullied myself into going to the forbidden land of community gym at home. It has not been dramatic: I haven’t magically fallen in love with the study-sized training room but I haven’t tried to cook up reasons for copping out either. My ritual, like playing the part of my couch’s cover, has been constant. I go and train around late afternoon. My ipod gives me much needed company and my water bottle always acts as the savior.

I feel like smiling when I get out. For a person who has been feeling like she needs to re-stock her wardrobe in goth colors, it is a welcome change. I love achy knees, stretchy arms and the urgent need to shower in cold water. So I am not going to say that I have officially become this health-conscious girl that I’ve always dreamed of being. But this is certainly a start to a little bit of health and action in my sloth book.

Update you, I shall. I mean, how can I not, my invisible ones (or visible ones who never leave a comment. Hint, hint.)?