It's been years since I've done the ritual, but the motions are automatic, like breathing. The water is simmering on the stove. I take the ball of unsweetened cocoa out of the brown cotton bag, smelling its bitter promise. I bought it from one of the cocoa estates up Santa Cruz way in preparation. Store-bought cocoa powder lacks the flavour found
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