I’ve always considered myself tough, headstrong and I’m usually the one wearing the pants in the relationship. But now my steely reputation is in tatters because I have been smacked down and left crying and sobbing. Hi, my name is Karen and I’m a wuss. Baked chocolate cream.
Weather-hardened chocoholics! Test your mettle now with these Baked Chocolate Creams. I promise you that you will have your chocolate needs/cravings/fetishes fulfilled to the point of intense climactic explosion. And who knows, if you are also defeated, I have some nice cosy seats next to me in the sissy corner. Cups of soul-soothing tea, water and teaspoons of salt will be provided. *sad face*
They just looked so innocent on Gourmet Traveller and I was lured in by its dead-easy recipe. If you can handle it and still beg for more, I will get down on my knees and worship you. Because I, an ardent chocoholic, was utterly defeated.
Don’t get me wrong, the taste is divine (as divine as the chocolate you choose, naturally) but the richness level has been churned up to lethal proportions. It will not only make your skirt fly up, it’s gonna blow it off. And because this is how I usually like to roll, I thought it was a good idea at the time to serve it with a little Grand Marnier and Orange ganache. Surprisingly though, the citrus zing of the ganache helped temper the intensity and it paired beautifully with the pieces of crystallised ginger that were scattered throughout. Personally, I would halve this recipe and serve in much much smaller portions with a big ol’ bowl of cold cream for relief. This is one dessert that simply should be appreciated in modest amounts.
So my fellow chocoholics, do you dare take up the challenge? And if you do, please tell me that you were tamed by it too. Then I won’t feel so pitiful.
And a final note on pants and relationships… The Captain absolutely insisted that I inform you that I *quote* only wear the pants in our relationship because he knows that I want to. And he allows me to because he loves me. *End quote*