When I was growing up, my mother-one self-proclaimed health walnut-will allow me to do a sweet treatment every time after dinner. My dessert of choice was immediate chocolate pudding. It felt like a ritual. I stream milk into powder pudding mix, whisk with my entire arm, and patiently allow it to be set in a small bowl. Then I put it on the cap of my conversation, asking for the spoon in the afternoon. The response was always the same, “When you are an adult, you can eat pudding for breakfast for all,” she says.
So this was found in an attempt to use some of that independent desire last weekend, to work to make it my hunger. Chocolate Cream Pie From PettyIt ran into a 2004 magazine issue and a reader reports that they were since repeating it.
I started by creating a chocolate cookie crust (I used Oreos). As the crust is cooked, the smell of cocoa and butter was through my kitchen, so my air purifier Started giving a promising signal in my books.
The construction of pudding was next. I combined the normal suspects together – ageg yolk, sugar, cornstruch and milk – and whisper to the stove to thick and custard. In this recipe, you have stirred butter (for gloss and prosperity) and two types of chocolate (bitwatch and unworted). The combination makes the taste of a strong chocolate, which is a matter of shame. And I can’t help, but add a large pinch of salt to balance everything.
After filling in the cookie crust, the most difficult part had arrived: patiently waiting for six hours. I saw bipo below deckThen, once it cooled down completely, I cut a Wobbly piece, later kept it away, and invited friends to the rest. Like Petty Fans, he said about it. Or as a friend said, “taste like a fluffy cloud.”
The next morning, at a ripe at 7 am, I wandered into the kitchen and took out the pie with eyes. I did not bother to catch a plate, set it in front of the set Cris-Cross-Cross-Soss, and the fridge. Did it give me an incredible post-mocking sugar crash? Yes. Was it a taste like sweet freedom? Also yes.
