At the same time the bit of mischief felt good. Like the mildy disobedient child who furtively carries out plans with the best of intentions but knowing they may have their parents scowling. That little bit of nughtiness carries over ito the eating of these individual pots of autumn too. Underneath the intense darkly rich chocolate hit of the cocoa is the grounded nuttiness from the roughly chopped pecans and flaked almonds. Their time in the oven allows them to roast to perfection, mingling with the heady scents of the melting chocolate that forms between the crumble-fruit interface.