K.Esquivel-LWFC

There's a very simple method for avoiding
the aforementioned problems:
heat a square of chocolate in water.
The amount of water used should be a little
more than enough to fill
the cups. When the water comes to a boil for
the first time, remove it
from the heat, and dissolve the chocolate
completely; beat with a
chocolate-mill until it is smoothly blended
with the water.
Return the pan to the stove. When it comes
to a boil again and starts
to boil over, remove it from the heat. Put it
back on the heat and
bring it to a boil a third time. Remove from
the heat and beat the
chocolate. Pour half into a little pitcher and
beat the rest of it
some more. Then serve it all, leaving the top
covered with foam.
Hot chocolate can also be made using milk
instead of water, but in this
case, it should only be brought to a boil once,
and the second time
it's heated it should be beaten so it doesn't
get too thick.
However, hot chocolate made with water is
more digestible than that
made with milk.
Gertrudis closed her eyes each time she took
a sip from the cup of
chocolate she had in front of her. Life would
be much nicer if one
could carry the smells and tastes of the
maternal home wherever one
pleased. Well, this was no longer her
mother's house. Her mother had
died without her knowing it.
She felt real grief when Tita informed her of
her mother's death.
She had come back with the intention of
showing Mama Elena how she had
triumphed in life. She was a general in the
revolutionary army.
The commission had been earned by sheer
hard work, she fought like NFk
mad on the field of battle. Leadership was in
her blood, and once she
joined the army, she began a rapid ascent
through powerful positions
until she arrived at the top; moreover, she
was coming back happily
married to Juan.
They had met after not seeing each other for
more than a year and their
passion had been reborn, just like the day
they met. What more could a
person ask! How she would have liked her
mother to have seen it; how
she would have liked to see her, even if only
to be told with a look
that she needed to wipe the traces of
chocolate from her lips with her
napkin.
That was chocolate prepared like it used to
be.
Eyes closed, Gertrudis offered up a silent
prayer, asking that Tita be
granted many more years in which to
prepare the family recipes.
Neither she nor Rosaura knew how to make
them; when Tita died, her
family's past would die with her. When they
had finished supper they
moved to the living room and the dance
began.
The salon was ablaze with the light from a
colossal number of