These. Are. Addicting.
I literally cannot stop eating them. They appear these unassuming little gems, nothing fancy, nothing to concern yourself with, but I assure you they are entirely problematic.
They’ll call to you from the fridge in the quiet of afternoon, the dead of night, even early morning as you reach past them for an egg to make breakfast, casually attempting to ignore their allure. Chewy, sweet, decadent. There’s just no way around it. Addiction waiting to happen.
I read about them in a vegan cookbook. They sounded like a fun little treat to keep on hand. Ah, if only it were so simple. There’s no such thing as ‘keeping on hand’. There’s simply devouring. I try so hard to pace myself. Futile. I feel like King Solomon lamenting throughout Ecclessiates, “Meaningless! It’s all meaningless!”
There’s no recipe, per se. Simply take a bag of dried apricots and a dump them into a pan of perfectly melted chocolate. I use organic semi-sweet chocolate chips, but any melting chocolate will do. Add pat of coconut oil to the pan to make the chocolate smoother. Toss them to coat, um, liberally. Then fish them out one at a time (I use a wooden skewer, a fork would be fine, too) and lay them on a parchment covered plate or baking sheet. Stick them in the fridge for an hour or so until they harden, and that’s that. You've just created perfection.
Make them, love them, repeat. You’ll thank me. Or blame for the rest of your life. Same thing.
*while you’re making these, you might want to try this, too. Slice a couple of bananas in half and stick them on popcicyle sticks. Dip them in the chocolate and roll them in crushed pistachios. (or cocoa nibs, crushed pecans, coconut, go crazy!) Let them harden in the fridge with the apricot jewels. Yum.