Another whisk shot. Whisks are that magical utensil that I'm gathering quite the obsession for. I found a few old whisks while looking at antique shops on a trip and they were all so unique. One was shaped like a heart, the others like eggs.
So you probably assume that this recipe is to accompany some kind of cake, ice cream or something like that? Well that would have probably been a good idea but we just ate it straight out of the jar. When warmed it is a sauce but at room temperature, it is like eating very soft caramels.