That picture? Oh I don’t love it. Ok fine, I do. That Sunday was a lot of fun.

We were taking a baking class at the Kosher Culinary Arts Institute in Brooklyn. It was about late fall last year, when I received an email from my son Donni’s Cooking school program advertising a class on all things chocolate. We thought it looked like fun, I mean who doesn’t want to learn about chocolate. I had anyways wanted to learn about how to handle chocolate, how to temper chocolate, it just sounded so intriguing. So I asked my daughter to join me and like the wonderful daughter she is, she said “Sure Mom, I’d love to come with you”.

Coincidentally it turned out to be a lot of mothers and daughters. Mostly mothers and daughters actually. One woman came with her high school aged kid, another one with an older daughter. Everybody was looking to spend the day bonding with their daughters, it really was a great day. Half a day really, nine-to-one.

We were all gathered around a big chefs table and the class was being led by a french pastry chef. We had such a good time. He walked us through the process of making chocolate truffles. Mocha, Hazelnut, raspberry, chardonnay. We took home samples of everything we made. We called it a bake and take.

The week after I went through all the recipes we were taught and tried them out for my family to see if they were as good as I originally thought. I made the dried fruit chocolate clusters and Interestingly people liked them. I’m not a dried fruit kind of girl, but the chocolate was superb and something about them really hit the spot.