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Lactose free & delicious! - What?!?

Over the Christmas period we discovered that The Boyfriend, DC is actually really lactose intolerant, and not in a it's-currently-trendy-to-be-allergic-to-something way, he writhes in agony for at least 24 hours after ingesting dairy! So my challenge has been to find lactose replacements (while secretly snacking on the odd chocolate that falls my way when he's not looking!) that are both appetising and lactose free, which is not as simple as it should be!

Last weekend I was asked to bring dessert, so went off to scour the shelves of M&S... DC had said that I could get two options, fruit for him and something creamy for the rest of us. But, for me, this is just unfair. If I couldn't eat something and everyone else could, I really wouldn't want them to be having that in front of me! After 20 minutes scouring the shelves, I hit on jelly, albeit with fruit in it, and sorbet, finished with a sprinkling of blueberries.

About 15 min into this search it finally hit me that we wouldn't be having chocolate for dessert, how unfair, on all of us! However, if I'd had a little more fore sight, I'd have made this fantastic recipe from Madeleine Shaw's wonderful website (www.madeleineshaw.com) peanut butter chocolate brownies (which doesn't even have any added sugar, so it's  also perfect for kids, who don't have nut allergies!)


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For all those who are looking for the ingredients, I've used regular cocoa powder, and it tastes delish! Not too dark! I did use coconut oil (first time) and am rather excited about what else coconut oil has to offer - you can get it in Sainsbury's or online. And I used 'regular' depitted dates, instead of medjool!

Enjoy, Lucky!

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