Yesterday I awoke with a start, the mid-morning light streaming through the tall windows of my bedroom and the dull buzz of a Kir Royale headache echoing in my brain. Stretching my legs under the comfort of my warm duvet, I negotiated getting vertical from horizontal. So far, so good. The delightful aroma of chocolate and butter, two of the most amazing elements on the planet, filled my apartment making my stomach grumble as I slipped into the kitchen to start a pot ...