When I was a kid, I wasn't a big chocolate fan. But my appetite for chocolate grew very strong the past decade, and am now a voracious chocolate craver. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not. If it weren't for the fact that my father's side of the family bequeathed the stupid diabetes gene to me, I'd be eating chocolate er'day. Alas, I've got to be mindful of my doses so I don't lose my foot.
If I make a dessert of any kind, it must be planned strategically. About 85% of the batch needs to be given away-- which leaves 10% for my husband, 4% for my son, and I get 1%. (Never thought I'd be part of the 1%.) I had these decadent S'mores Pot de Creme at a birthday party for my friend Lisa's son a long while back, and these were no joke. It's chocolatey, it's rich, and the chocolate creme is married with it's life-long partners: graham cracker and marshmallowy meringue.