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Scientists in Australia, which endures the highest rates of breast cancer in the world, have presented multiple lines of evidence to suggest that breastfeeding and childbearing reduces a woman’s risk for developing breast cancer. The scientists started by first pointing out that as far back as 300 years ago, people noted that women who didn’t […] The post Childbirth and Breastfeeding Can Reduce Breast Cancer Risk Shows New Study appeared first on Good News Network.

News Buck Rogers Deadpool & Wolverine Writer Zeb Wells to Pen New Buck Rogers Movie for Legendary Legendary has been trying to reboot the franchise since 2020. By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on October 29, 2025 Credit: Universal Pictures Comment 0 Share New Share Credit: Universal Pictures Legendary has signed up Zeb Wells (Deadpool & Wolverine, SuperMansion, Robot Chicken) to write the script for a Buck Rogers movie. TheWrap first reported the news, and that the film will be based on the novella by Philip Francis Nowlan, which was published in the August 1928 issue of Amazing Stories. That story is titled Armageddon 2419 A.D., and centers on World War I veteran Buck Rogers, who is frozen in suspended animation (because chemicals, just go with it) and wakes up in 2419, where the world is a very different place. (You can read the whole thing here, starting on page 40, if you like!) After that novella, Buck Rogers became an iconic sci-fi adventure hero in a weekly comic strip that started in January 1929 and ran until 1967. The character has also appeared in a 1932 radio adaptation, a 1939 serial film, a 1950 television series, a two-season television series and a film in 1979, multiple books, and more. This isn’t the first recent effort of Legendary’s to make something based on Buck Rogers. Back in 2020, the studio tapped Saga, Y the Last Man, and Paper Girls writer Brian K. Vaughan to work on a TV series adaptation based on Armageddon, though that project appears to have fallen by the wayside.   The news is still in its early days, so no information yet on who the director will be, much less on casting. [end-mark] The post <i>Deadpool & Wolverine</i> Writer Zeb Wells to Pen New <i>Buck Rogers</i> Movie for Legendary appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts fantasy Read an Excerpt From The Sacred Space Between by Kalie Reid An enemies-to-lovers fantasy about an exiled saint and the devout iconographer sent to paint him. By Kalie Reid | Published on October 29, 2025 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from The Sacred Space Between by Kalie Reid, an enemies-to-lovers romantic fantasy out from Little, Brown and Company on November 4. The Abbey has controlled the minds of its patrons for a millennium through memory magic, stolen from exiled saints. At fifteen, Jude was exiled from the Abbey to the bleak moors in the countryside, to maintain their control over his bourgeoning magic. Almost a decade later, he wants to live a normal life free from the Abbey’s oppressive gaze. When they send Maeve, a stubbornly devout iconographer, to paint an updated icon of him, Jude makes it his mission to get rid of her as soon as possible. That is until he discovers she holds the same tainted magic of the saints as he does, and that the icons she paints may be the key to destroying the Abbey’s power. As Jude and Maeve draw closer, the two of them face a choice—they can take on the full power of the Abbey and risk their lives for freedom or escape back to exile and make the most of their fading memories. But this institution has eyes everywhere, and the only thing the Abbey loves more than a saint is a martyr. 1 Maeve The toll of the Abbey’s bells cracked through the silence. Maeve lurched upright. Fractal sunlight arched across the basilica’s ceiling like the ribcage of a great leviathan. This late in the morning, she was alone in the colossal room, a fact she was secretly thankful for. Praying was a vulnerable practice, with her knees aching and the nape of her neck prickling with cold. She preferred privacy with the icons to the other acolytes’ whispered requests. Her icons. Her chosen saint, a middle-aged woman called Siobhan, stared down at her with her usual lack of emotion. The wall before her held the Abbey’s hundreds of icons, each neatly framed and hung from long lengths of silken rope stretching from one end of the room to the other. Despite all the options Maeve could kneel in front of, she returned to Siobhan because she liked the colour of her robes. Cadmium yellow was so hard to get lately. She studied the stone floor under the kneeler, the spot of red beside her left knee. She scraped it with her nail, examining the flakes stuck to her thumb. Oxide red. The guard stationed at the door to the basilica tutted at her tardiness as he eased open the double doors for her to leave. Maeve dropped her eyes, ignoring the heat in her cheeks and the weight of the guard’s gaze as she passed. She’d overstayed her allotted time. Acolytes could only enter the basilica alone under strict supervision, but her status as an iconographer granted her some level of leeway. Even so, she shouldn’t make a habit of abusing it. A briny layer of seawater coated the corridor leading to her studio. The room occupied a lonely corner of the Abbey, far from the other acolytes. Maeve liked the seclusion; painting was an act best done alone, in her opinion, but the walk to and from the basilica often felt never-ending. Her boots slipped on the wet stone as she quickened her pace. She needed to return to her studio before the oil paint hardened beyond use. Ezra’s temper might burst if she let more paint go to waste. She’d already begged her mentor for coin to buy more onyx and ochre twice this month. Besides, Felix might be early, and she couldn’t stomach the idea of the saint waiting for her. Buy the Book The Sacred Space Between Kalie Reid Buy Book The Sacred Space Between Kalie Reid Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget Gaining an audience with Felix was a privilege earned through years of devotion, study, and dedication to her craft. Though she was trained to paint an icon with little more than a vague description, the honour of having a saint sit for her was one she didn’t take lightly. Felix was her first in-person sitting, the first saint of his stature she’d put to oil and canvas. She couldn’t help the dart of hope shooting through her chest—maybe it was more than an honour. Maybe it was a sign. Brigid, the lead iconographer, hoped to retire in the next few months. The position would be open. It could be Maeve’s… possibly. If she kept her wits about her and proved her devotion, she could move up in station and have her voice heard in the strictly regimented Abbey hierarchy. She would be allowed to form friendships with the other craftsmen, a seat at the monthly conclave of elders and senior craftsmen where every moment of Abbey life was decided. After fifteen years of living in the limestone halls, she would finally see behind the curtain. Her life would no longer be one of questions and sightless trust. Purpose and belonging: two peaks she had long pointed herself towards, finally within reach. If her icon of Felix met Ezra’s ruthless standards, of course. Simple tasks, really. The stiff set of her shoulders finally relaxed at the sight of her empty studio. No Felix yet. She lowered the scarf from her hair and toed off her boots, stepping into a pair of soft-soled slippers. The studio was small, barely more than a closet, but it was hers. It was more than many people held claim to, and she was grateful for it. A draught from the half-closed window slunk through the space, skating down her neck with icy fingers. She crossed the room to close it fully. It was usually open to air out the ever-present smell of turpentine and oil, but as winter sharpened its claws, she’d need to put up with the fumes. That, or freeze. Would the room be comfortable enough for Felix? Wherever he spent his time when he wasn’t at the Abbey, it was sure to be lavish. If he lived at the Goddenwood, she could only dream of the luxury and comfort he was used to. The secluded village where the holiest of saints lived in community with each other was a fabled mystery in its own right. She’d never been tasked with painting it herself—her talents lay more in portraiture—but she’d studied depictions of it enough to picture its gabled, gold-tipped roofs and jewel-toned buildings with perfect clarity. Outside of the Goddenwood, saints lived in isolation, sequestering themselves to better focus on the prayers only they could answer. Maeve aspired to their piety, dreamed of it, even, but she found the idea of such a lonely existence hard to grapple with. Maybe that was why only the holiest of saints were allowed to live in the Goddenwood—community truly was the highest reward. Monasticism might have been a virtue, but loneliness… The Abbey was isolating enough as it was. Hundreds of people lived in the limestone halls—acolytes, craftsmen, elders, guards, household staff—yet interaction between them was kept to a bare minimum. Sometimes, Maeve went days without speaking, longer without touch. Coupled with the Abbey’s strict censorship of information from the outside world, the solitude often felt like a physical weight on her chest. Impossible to breathe around. The saints were worth every bit of the sacrifice living at the Abbey called for. Maeve was grateful for the life she had been given, the life her parents had chosen for her at seven years old. Always, always grateful for the opportunity to pray and to paint. The icons she dedicated her life to creating were more than just portraits—they were objects of focus, symbols designed to connect the intercessor to the saint. She didn’t take her role in the sacred practice lightly, nor the prayers sent dutifully to the saints she so carefully depicted. Carefully, Maeve traced the edge of Felix’s profile with the tip of her paintbrush. A heady tremor passed through her fingers. A slow-burning peace, undercut by the steady thrum of devotion, not unlike what she felt during prayer or hymns. Warmth, bright and golden and consuming, threaded through her chest. She ’d already completed the underpainting in preparation for Felix’s sitting. Hopefully, the remaining work shouldn’t take more than four or five sessions, though oil painting was a fickle beast and might take longer than she ’d mapped out. The detail work could be done without the saint, of course, but a part of her was tempted to extend it as long as she could to keep herself in his presence. Her hand twitched, smearing a line of burnt umber across his jaw. Maeve dropped the brush. No questions. She needed to stay professional. Only professional. Just as she was collecting her brush from where it had dropped on the floor, a knock sounded at the door. With a stern word to her nerves to stay in line, she moved to open it. Felix stood on the other side. The reality of him forced the breath from her lungs. A saint. Here, in her studio. Felix was tall and imposing, with dark brown skin and a finely boned, carefully blank face. Perhaps five or six years older than her. He stared down at her for a beat before his gaze fixed somewhere over her left shoulder. Words formed and died on her tongue. She’d seen him at a distance before, but never so close. The thick brocade piping on his black robes shone silver as it swirled over his shoulders and down his chest. A swathe of shiny scar tissue ran up the left side of his neck to spider over his cheek and jaw, dragging down the corner of his eye. A medallion hanging at the centre of his chest glinted as he breathed, revealing a hollow centre. It wasn’t a relic, a medallion that signified an elder’s connection to a particular saint, but it resembled one. Enough for her to take an unconscious step forward to examine it closer. She was sure she had seen something wrong in the light refracting off the metal. Felix cleared his throat. Maeve flinched, stepping aside to let him into the room. ‘Apologies. Thank you. Welcome.’ She cringed, swallowing another rush of mindless words as Felix moved past her. ‘Where do you want me to sit?’ he asked. His voice was low, scratchy. ‘There. Please.’ She pointed towards the stool she’d set up by the window. He complied, angling himself to face almost entirely in profile. The scarred left side of his face wasn’t visible from Maeve’s position by the easel. Usually, saints faced fully forward, one hand raised, the other on their lap. Her preliminary drawing had posed him that way. She picked up a brush and tried to think around the heavy silence. She needed to ask him to move, but would it offend him? He seemed wholly absorbed in staring out the window. If it weren’t for the stiff set of his shoulders or the subtle movement of his fingers under the cuff of his robe, she’d wonder if he was aware of her at all. She couldn’t paint him as he was. Ezra wouldn’t be pleased, and she needed Felix’s icon to be perfect. ‘Felix?’ Maeve hedged. Her knuckles bleached white around the paintbrush. ‘Could you… I mean, please, could you move to face me?’ His eyes flicked briefly to hers. ‘No.’ ‘I need to see your entire face for the icon,’ she said, voice petering softer with every word. His fingers moved faster beneath his cuff—a frenetic rub of his forefinger with his thumb. ‘This will have to do,’ he replied after a bloated pause. Maeve dipped her brush in the paint. It was doable, she reasoned. She could follow her sketch from the neck down and still keep his face turned away. A thought occurred as she limned the curve where his neck met his shoulder in gold, lining out the halo’s contours surrounding his face—did he want his scar hidden? The texture was unlike that of the scars on her own body or ones she’d seen on any of the men she met in the town—though she’d rather not dwell on her secret dalliances right now, worried that Felix might somehow know what thoughts swirled in her head. She was painting his icon, after all, and outside of answering prayers, his saintly abilities were largely a mystery. The Abbey didn’t know she liked the occasional night away in someone else ’s bed, and she wanted to keep it that way. Some things were a private indulgence just for her, sweetness tinged with shame. A constant teetering between letting the guilt suck her down or pushing back against the Abbey’s rhetoric around chastity. As an iconographer, purity was expected. Her personal feelings didn’t matter under the weight of her title. Her thoughts spun out the longer she painted, the deeper the silence grew. She had a saint in her studio. Would she ever have the honour again, an object of her devotion at such close range? Alone, with no listening ears at the door? If she gained Brigid’s position, certainly. If not… Maeve didn’t know what shape her life would take. She tried to shove the gnawing thought from her mind. So much of the Abbey was kept from her. If she became lead iconographer, perhaps that would change— Slowly, her eyes rose to Felix. A saint in front of her. Questions on her lips. Long-fermenting wonders about sainthood, his holy magic, the mystery surrounding his very existence. Her own prayers cast doggedly into the world. Forbidden questions and even more insidious doubts. But she couldn’t ask him. She couldn’t. Not Felix, not Ezra… no one. There was no one she could ask, no one who would reassure her. She forced her eyes back to the painting. Lifted her brush. Pressure built just behind her eyes. Waves drummed outside her window, urging a comfortable looseness to Maeve’s limbs. The action of sliding her brush across the canvas rode on instinct. The weak sun shifted into shadow, shadow into dusky blackness. Her gaze strained to focus only on what the bristles touched. An ear. The fold of a cloak. The arch of his cheekbone highlighted in raw sienna. Minutes, maybe hours, ticked by. Her breathing grew shallow, muscles tensing in her shoulders and wrist. Nothing else remained but him. Nothing could exist but what she formed by paint and brush. Gold-tinged candlelight flickered at the furthest reaches of her vision. Perhaps it was a mistake keeping the window shut as paint fumes filled her lungs. A deep hum trickled into her ears. With it, a voice. A whispered suggestion. Maybe she could ask him whatever she wanted. Maybe she could beg him to answer her prayers, to call upon his glorious abilities and grant her every petition. If she could paint an icon worthy of him, an icon that would propel her into lead iconographer, she could have the security she wanted so desperately. All Maeve wanted was to belong. To be acknowledged. To be trusted with the Abbey’s secrets. She wanted to be carved into their history as securely as the icons she depicted. All she had to do was her best, and everything she wanted could be hers. Everything. She sat at the cusp, the precipice just before the fall. Wind beat at her back. Never before had she stepped so close to the edge. How would it feel to jump? To break all the rules and ask, ask, ask. To shatter the mirror and open the door. To fully see the glory of the Abbey she’d so readily given every particle of unflinching faith she had to offer. A shivering wash of pain coasted down her arm to the fingers clamped tight around the brush, skating up to linger behind her eyes. Her vision began to blur. In the space between breaths, Maeve tipped backwards on her stool. She blinked slowly, slowly. High above, the ceiling swam and dipped as the world shifted to glimmering, gauzy metallic. Reality unspooled like yarn. Warmth moved up her arms, down her shoulders and ribboned around her spine. A soft space of welcoming nothingness. Dreaming without sleeping. A push on her shoulder. Fingers on her pulse— Maeve returned to herself with a choked gasp. Excerpted from The Sacred Space Between, copyright © 2025 by Kalie Reid. The post Read an Excerpt From <i>The Sacred Space Between</i> by Kalie Reid appeared first on Reactor.

Vegan or not, I can confidently say you’re going to love this delicious, melt-in-your-mouth dark chocolate tart recipe! Made with just a handful of ingredients and a no-bake filling, it’s incredibly easy to make and customize to your liking. You can make this chocolate tart using the included graham cracker crust recipe, your favorite pre-made pie crust, or another tart shell recipe – and then top it with fresh fruit, nuts, chocolate chunks, shredded coconut… whatever your heart desires. We honestly prefer to make our chocolate tart vegan (I love the flavor that coconut milks adds) but you can make it non-vegan by using butter and heavy whipping cream instead. You could also use a lighter milk chocolate if that’s what you prefer! Once upon a time, our friend Leila brought a beautiful strawberry-topped vegan chocolate tart to a garden gathering we hosted. After the first bite I was like: “I need to make this for my mom!” who loves chocolate but is allergic to dairy. Turns out she got the recipe from her neighbor – a retired baker that was generous enough to let us share it with you here! (Thank you so much Aileen!) So we tweaked and personalized it some, and it’s quickly become a go-to for special occasions. You can also adapt this recipe to make several personal-size mini chocolate tarts. Our recipe should make about two to three mini tarts when using 3 or 4-inch mini tart pans, though you can scale up as needed to make more. Timing This vegan chocolate tart recipe is very easy to make, though it does require some patience – so plan your schedule accordingly! The filling will need a short period of cooling (which you can expedite in the refrigerator) before you add fruit or other toppings, and then an additional chilling time (several hours or overnight in the fridge) is recommended before serving for it to finish setting up. Therefore, we usually like to make the tart in the morning to enjoy that evening, or even the day before. Ingredients Graham Cracker Crust 1.5 cups graham cracker crumbs. For reference, this should take about 11 to 12 full graham crackers though it can vary by brand. (1 average box is more than enough) For an extra-decant twist, we sometimes mix 3/4 cup graham cracker crumbs and 3/4 cup crushed shortbread cookies! YUM. 1/3 cup coconut oil or butter, melted 2 Tbsp sugar. You can use white cane sugar, or substitute with light brown sugar, date sugar, or coconut sugar. 1/8 tsp salt (skip if using salted butter) Optional: 1/4 to 1/2 tsp almond extract. We already have almond extract in our pantry since we love it in our sourdough granola recipe. NOTES: This makes just enough crust to line a 9 inch tart pan or pie pan, so scale up if using a larger pan. You can also make the crust ahead of time: simply keep it covered in the refrigerator for up to 3 days, or freeze until ready to use and thaw before baking and filling. Chocolate Filling 1 cup of full fat coconut milk (from the can) or heavy whipping cream 12 ounces bittersweet and/or semi-sweet chocolate chips. Since the brand of organic chocolate chips we like comes in 10 oz packages, we usually get one bag of 70% cocao (bittersweet) and one 55% cacao (semi-sweet) to mix some of each. 2 teaspoons vanilla extract Toppings Berries of choice such as blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, or small strawberries (cut in half) You could also top your vegan chocolate tart with other fresh fruit, nuts (e.g. sliced almonds, pecan halves, pistachios, peanuts), coconut flakes, chocolate chunks, flakey sea salt, crumbled cookies, powdered sugar, and more. Directions Make and Bake Crust Preheat oven to 375°F. To turn the graham crackers into crumbs, you can either pulse them in a food processor or the old-school ziplock bag trick. To use a bag, break the graham crackers into large pieces, place them in a sturdy ziplock bag, and then use a rolling pin to crush the crackers until they’re the consistency of coarse sand. If using a food processor, work in batches and use caution to not over-process them into fine powder. (We do the same to crush the optional shortbread cookies.) Combine the crust ingredients (crumbs, melted coconut oil or butter, sugar and optional almond extract) in a medium bowl and mix well. Add the mixture to an ungreased 9-inch tart pan and press evenly into the bottom and sides. Bake 7 to 10 minutes, until the edges turn golden brown. Cool completely before filling. Add Chocolate Tart Filling In a medium saucepan, heat the coconut milk or cream over medium-low heat until it’s hot but not boiling. (Especially avoid boiling if using whipping cream – it will curdle!) Remove the hot coconut milk from heat and add the chocolate to the pot, stirring until smooth. Stir in vanilla extract. Pour the chocolate filling into the tart shell, smoothing out the surface with the back of a spatula if needed. Set aside until cool but not completely firm. I usually let ours sit at room temperature for about 10 minutes after pouring, then move it to the refrigerator for 30 minutes or so before adding the toppings. Add Toppings Once the chocolate filling has cooled slightly (but is still semi-soft), gently arrange the berries or other toppings of choice on top of the tart as desired. If using strawberries, we like to cut the tops off the strawberries and then cut them in half, placing them cut-side down. Have fun and get creative! Depending on how many berries you have, you can cover the entire top of the tart in berries, arrange them in a ring around the crust so every slice has some, or cover only a portion – such as in a half-moon shape like I did. I love the pretty berry bullseye pattern used in this recipe. A spiral would also be fun! You could add a sprinkle of powdered sugar, drizzle of melted chocolate, shredded coconut, or a sprinkle of nuts over the berries too. An example of covering the entire tart with strawberries, which I prefer to halve and arrange cut-side-down (via Canva) Chill and Serve Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for! After topping, return the chocolate tart to the refrigerator and chill until firm before cutting or removing the tart pan ring. If possible, remove the tart from the fridge and let it sit at room temperature for 30 to 60 minutes before serving. Allowing the filing to slightly soften makes it much more creamy and flavorful! We’ve also enjoyed it straight from the fridge with zero complaints. I like to offer or plate extra berries with each slice too, especially for those pieces that didn’t have many (or any) toppings. Store leftovers in the refrigerator (covered or in an airtight container) and enjoy within 5 days. Enjoy! Well friends, I hope you love this chocolate tart recipe as much as we do! Please come back to leave a review once you give it a try! Every one helps our site and small business more than people know. Feel free to ask any questions you have in the comments, or let us know what delicious toppings you try on yours! You may also like: Easy Sourdough Pie Crust Recipe (Step-by-Step Photos) Delicious Butternut Squash Pie Recipe (Vegan Options) Easy Stuffed Dates with Goat Cheese, Nuts, Honey and Thyme Sourdough Ginger Molasses Cookies (Soft and Chewy) Sourdough Chocolate Chip Cookies (Optional Cinnamon Spices) Print Easy Dark Chocolate Tart (Vegan Options) A delicious melt-in-your-mouth dark chocolate tart with a graham cracker crust, no-bake filling, and berries on top. It's easy to make, customize, make it vegan, or split into mini tarts! Course DessertKeyword berry chocolate tart, chocolate tart recipe, dark chocolate tart, vegan chocolate tart Prep Time 10 minutes minutesCook Time 8 minutes minutesChilling Time 4 hours hours Equipment9 inch tart panMedium saucepanziplock bag and rolling pin OR a food processor (to turn the graham crackers into crumbs) IngredientsGraham Cracker Crust1.5 cups graham cracker crumbs, about 11-12 full size graham crackers (or try half graham cracker crumbs and half shortbread cookie crumbs for a delicious twist!)1/3 cup coconut oil, vegan butter or butter (melted)2 tbsp sugar (white cane sugar or brown sugar)1/8 tsp salt (skip if using salted butter)1/2 tsp almond extract (optional)Chocolate Filling1 cup full-fat coconut milk, from the can (or heavy whipping cream)12 oz bittersweet or semisweet chocolate chips (our favorite brand comes in 10 oz bags so we mix part 55% cocao and part 70% cocao chips)2 tsp vanilla extractToppingfresh berries of choice, such as blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, or small strawberries (cut in half)you could also use other fresh fruit, nuts (e.g. sliced almonds, pecan halves, pistachios), coconut flakes, chocolate chunks, flakey sea salt, crumbled cookies, and more. InstructionsMake and Bake CrustPreheat oven to 375°F.Turn graham crackers into crumbs either by crushing them in a ziplock bag with a rolling pin until the texture of coarse sand, or by pulsing them in a food processor (but avoid over-processing into a fine powder). It should take about 11-12 full graham crackers to get 1.5 cups. Combine the crust ingredients (crumbs, melted coconut oil or butter, sugar and optional almond extract) in a medium bowl and mix well.Add the mixture to an ungreased 9-inch tart pan and press evenly into the bottom and sides.Bake 7 to 10 minutes, until the edges turn golden brown. Cool completely before filling.Add Chocolate Filling In a medium saucepan, heat the coconut milk or cream over medium-low heat until it’s hot but not boiling. (Especially avoid boiling if using whipping cream – it will curdle!)Remove the hot coconut milk from heat and add the chocolate to the pot, stirring until smooth. Stir in vanilla extract.Pour the chocolate filling into the tart shell, smoothing out the surface with the back of a spatula if needed. Set aside until cool but not completely firm. I usually let ours sit at room temperature for about 10 minutes after pouring, then move it to the refrigerator for 30 minutes or so before adding the toppings. Add ToppingsOnce the chocolate filling has cooled slightly (but it still semi-soft), gently arrange the berries or other toppings of choice on top of the tart as desired.If using strawberries, we like to cut the tops off the strawberries and then cut them in half, placing them cut-side down.You can cover the entire top of the tart in berries, arrange them in a ring around the crust so every slice has fruit, or cover only a portion. You could add a sprinkle of powdered sugar, drizzle of melted chocolate, shredded coconut, or a sprinkle of nuts over the berries too.Chill and ServeAfter topping, return the chocolate tart to the refrigerator and chill until firm before cutting or removing from the tart pan.For the best flavor and texture, remove the tart from the fridge and let it sit at room temperature for 30 to 60 minutes before serving. Store leftovers in the refrigerator (covered or in an airtight container) and enjoy within 5 days The post Easy Dark Chocolate Tart Recipe (Vegan Options) appeared first on Homestead and Chill.

Democrats Now Openly Saying the Shutdown Is Theirs

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