Also known as Chocolate Crunch…
I’ll be honest there’s not much I remember from school. I’ve retained maybe 4 French words at the most, I think I’ve still got the basic rules of Pythagoras theorem, a2+b2 = c2? And of course, the wonderful memory of warm Chocolate Concrete served with pink custard. It was delicious!
The one thing about our school was that they took the word concrete quite literal. Don’t get me wrong, some days you’d be lucky, the consistency was just right and your spoon would slice through the slab beautifully. The custard would just soften it enough to eat, It was divine! The other days however, I remember you’d have to put your whole body weight into your cutlery to chop it into manageable mouthfuls. This for me usually resulted in my pudding shooting off the table one way and my plate the other. Que the obligatory claps and cries of “Wheyyy” coming from everyone in the dinner hall while I scrape my pudding off the floor in misery. Even so, embarrassment aside it was worth it! – I liked Chocolate Concrete.
Happily for me Grandma used to be a school cook, and not at my school! The pupils at my Grandmas school will have enjoyed Chocolate Concrete at it’s finest. When Grandma makes it, it’s never too hard. I’ve even made it myself and although it’s not made with her magic baking fingers it still slices marvellously! So, I thought I’d share it…
Grandmas Chocolate Concrete
- 8oz – 226g Butter
- 8oz – 226g sugar
- 10oz – 284g S.R flour
- 1 1/4oz – 36g cocoa powder
- 1 egg
- Sugar for sprinkling
Place all ingredients but the egg into a bowl and rub together with your hands. Crack the egg into a cup, whisk and fold into the mixture to bind it.
Spread mixture into a greased tin (a Swiss roll tin according to Grandma, I don’t have one so I used a sandwich tin)
Bake in the oven for 20 mins, Gas mark 7, 180•c
Sprinkle with sugar and stand for 10 mins,
Cover and keep warm.
Serve with warm custard.
I’d say even Otis wants some but he will actually eat anything. He looks longingly at me like this even when I take multi-vitamins because he thinks he’s missing out.
Hope you enjoy
Written with love
P.s. I’d love to hear what your memories of school dinners are? And if this happened to you? Or was it just me? 🙈