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“The dessert is a chocolate fondue. Make it on a clear day- cloudy weather dims the gloss on the melted chocolate- with seventy percent dark chocolate, butter, a little almond oil, double cream added at the very last minute, heated gently over a burner. Skewer pieces of cake or fruit and dip into the chocolate mixture. I have all their favorites here tonight, though only the gâteau de savoie is meant for dipping. Caro claims she cannot eat another thing, but takes two slices of the dark-and-white chocolate roulade bicolore.”

Quote by Joanne Harris

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Chocolat

In this enchanting novel, a mysterious woman named Vianne moves to a small French village and opens a chocolate shop. Her presence challenges the town's conservative values, leading to a series of transformative events that affect the lives of the villagers. The story is a blend of romance, humor, and reflection on the human spirit. more

Author

Joanne Harris
Joanne Harris

Joanne Harris is a British author known for her fantasy and literary novels. Born on July 3, 1964, she graduated from the University of Cambridge. Harris's works often blend romance, mystery, and supernatural elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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