Joy the Baker

Sometimes I just need the comfort of pudding to make things right in my world.  There is something about the smooth texture, slight chill and sweet chocolate goodness that can ease anything from extracted wisdom teeth to a broken heart.  It can even ease the pain of a crazy concoction your Mom may have tried to pass off as dinner.

I would say that this pudding is also comforting because it’s the way Mom used to make… but my Mom never actually made pudding.  It’s fine really, no hard feelings!  I have oodles of love for my Mom.  Hot dog casserole was more her kitchen niche.   And even that sometimes turned out purple.  I think the purple had something to do with cabbage, which is totally bad news.  As if hot dog casserole isn’t bad enough news.  Oh Mom.  She’ll never live down that tragic dinner.

Now, back to the chocolate!

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