On Monday I had to go to Jeannine’s to order a pumpkin pie (the one I made last year was terrible so this year we hired professionals) and while I was there I decided I wanted one of their fucking fantastic chocolate cakes with the mocha buttercream icing. But I couldn’t remember what it was called.
Me: “I also want one of your chocolate cakes, that one, you know, what’s it called? Chocolate Death March? Chocolate Vehicular Homicide?”
Counter guy: “Chocolate Heaven?”
Me: “Uh, whatever. Here’s a fifty. Give it to me. Now.”
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The thing is, I hadn’t even realized that Sarah had implanted horrible names for chocolate desserts into my brain until she posted a link back to herself this week. It’s like when you tell someone a joke and you realize that they’re the one you heard it from, when things go so deep that they lose their origins and become yours. Ah, okay, end of backstory.
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Perfect-Pumpkin-Pie/Detail.aspx
That’s a pretty easy pumpkin pie recipe up there.
The cake sounds fantastic, the names, not so much.
Easy is good, thank you. I seem to also have terrible problems with crust. I did not inherit my mother’s light touch with it, or her trust in Crisco.
Never get between a woman and her chocolate.
Keee-rist. You know Jeannine’s now has an outpost downtown (in La Arcada)? I have to go there all the time because of teh w1f3′s art association stuff so it’s a continuous near occasion of sin. Oh. Plus they have Peet’s coffee. Great. Bastards.
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The Saturn Café in Santa Cruz has this thing called “Chocolate Madness” which is a scoop of chocolate ice cream on top of a double chocolate fudge brownie covered in chocolate sauce and sprinkled with chocolate chips. Whipped cream optional.
Yes! We went to that one for breakfast not long ago and Jack said their eggs Benedict were some of the best he’s ever had. Every restaurant that’s been in that location has died but they’re raking it in hand over fist. And a Peet’s now less than a block away! What’s next? When is Zabar’s moving in?
Zabar’s! That would be the end!
So funny….
My wedding cake was actually called “Death by Chocolate”. it was amazing and the ony death it produced, was the death of my size 4 jeans…
Heaven, death march, same diff.
At the restaurant where I work one of the desserts is called Chocolate Explosion. But I think now I’d like to refer to it as Chocolate Vehicular Manslaughter…
Here’s the world’s easiest pie crust recipe and there’s no crisco involved. We use canola oil. Of course, they do sell pie crusts in the store too…as long as you don’t read the ingredient list, they taste fine.
Hotwater Piecrust– Makes 1 double crusted pie. Sift 2 c. flour (100% wholewheat or any mix of flours), 1/2 tsp. baking powder, 1 tsp. salt. Blend 2/3 c. oil and 1/3 c. boiling water. Mix with sifted ingredients and roll out while warm. (Roll out dough between two layers of heavy plastic for easy handling and less mess–just peel off the top layer of plastic, put the piepan upside-down on top of the rolled dough, then,putting one hand below the plastic and one above the piepan flip the crust into the piepan and peel off the other layer of plastic.)
The recipe on the back of the can of Libby’s Pumpkin (NOT the pumpkin pie mix, just pumpkin) is super easy, tastes great and is fail safe.
Buy a bag of almond flour and mix it with a few tablespoons of butter or low-fat shortening or Earth Balance or whatever and press it into the pie tin to make the crust.
Dead easy.
It’s so funny how your mind makes these odd connections and confuses two things that aren’t the same at all. I still remember a friend giving me tickets to a Cure concert and telling me that a band called A Hundred Thousand Lawyers was opening.
Nathalie Merchant would have been surprised to hear that, of course.
Our secret family recipe for pie crust: the Pillsbury’s roll-out refrigerated crusts in a box. My granny swore by them. Made a great pumpkin pie too!
I would be remiss not to point you in the direction of Schadenfreude Pie, under the circumstances: it’s rich, it’s dark, it’s sinister-looking, and if you have too much at once it will “sit in the pit of your stomach like a rock of judgment, pulling you down.”
Mmmm. Schadenfreude.