It started out innocently enough. I was struck with a chocolate craving… a creamy, comforting kind of chocolate craving. This meant pudding. Not just pudding but pudding pie complete with a graham cracker crust. Sounds delicious, right?
There I was standing in Dan’s kitchen, defenseless against the siren song of chocolate pudding pie. I had everything I needed to make chocolate pudding (though honestly this would be my first non-packaged pudding adventure). I had a few graham crackers leftover from our camping s’mores. And I had some heavy cream which is mandatory because what is chocolate pudding pie minus the whipped cream? Naked, that’s what. And we can’t have that. Okay, everything I needed was there in the kitchen. Or was it? Wait a second, there is no pie pan in Dan’s kitchen. Had the temptation been mild, the chocolate undertow weak, I may have stopped right there. If I had been patient and wise, I might have waited until I got home where I have not one but two pie pans (Note to self: take one to Dan’s house). But the pudding gods had spoken and I had no choice but to continue down this path no matter how ill-equipped I might be.
*Light bulb moment*… I will use a muffin tin and make cup-pies. You know, kind of like Chuck makes in Pushing Daisies Season 1, except mine would be even more innovative in that they’d be pudding pies… aw yeah, I am a genius! That’s right, warm yourself in the glow of my otherworldly brain powers. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time anyway.
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