I haven’t had ANY experience with a double boiler. Until tonight.
I got home after taking our son to gymnastics and picking up fried chicken for dinner. I grabbed a random church lady cook book and hoped for something quick. My wish was granted when I found Chocolate Almond Pie on the first page I saw in the first book I picked up. The recipe is by a woman named Lettie. Now THAT is a convincing church lady name.
I knew this pie was meant to be because it called for SIX Hershey bars. Even better, I had them! Right in my pantry–thanks to a coupon and thoughts of s’mores. The recipe called for almond Hershey bars, which I did not have, but I just threw in a couple of small handfuls of slivered almonds and hoped for the best.
To make the filling, I melted SIX Hershey bars and 18 large marshmallows with a half a cup of whole milk in a double boiler. I added 1/2 tsp of almond extract and stirred. And stirred. And stirred. Have you ever tried to melt those FAT marshmallows? Once it was all melty, I threw in the almonds. Not sure if I should have toasted those, but I really don’t think anyone’s going to suffer here.
While that cooled, I whipped 1/2 pint of heavy whipping cream with my mixer. I don’t know how long I whipped it–just until it started to look like whipped cream–probably about 2-3 minutes. Once the chocolate stuff cooled a bit, I added the whipped cream to the mixture. Mixed together, it created a beautiful, swirly, cocoa-colored filling.
I poured it into a chocolate graham cracker crust. The recipe called for a regular one, but how can it hurt to make something more chocolatey. It cannot. No. It cannot. Here’s the pie.
It was REALLY full of filling, and there was still quite a bit left in the bowl. We all tasted some. OK, so I tasted a lot of it. Anyway, I carefully–and I mean really carefully and slowly–walked with that pie over to the fridge. It was super soupy and filled to the brim. I cautioned anyone against opening the fridge for at least an hour. It will chill overnight, and I’ll let you know how the slice goes. My plan though, if it does not slice, is to eat that thing with a spoon right out of the pie plate. The marshmallows and the cream made it wonderfully rich–without it tasting like marshmallow at all. Scrumptious.
I want to show one more pie. It’s a purple pie made of purple yams (I had no idea they existed).I did not make this pie–another fellow did (you can find him if you look up images of purple pie). I’m posting it today in honor of Spirit Day. Spirit Day was started in 2010 by a teenager named Brittany McMillan as a response to LGBT youth who had taken their lives as a result of bullying. The goal of this day–when folks wear purple to show their support–is to help create a world where ALL teens are celebrated and accepted for who they are.
I wore purple today, and I found this purple pie picture to help show my support. I have a teenager now, and believe it or not, I still remember being one. Acceptance is a big deal, yes. But don’t forget the celebration part.
What young person (or old one!) can you celebrate today? You can bet there’s someone close by who really wants–really needs to be celebrated. Don’t miss your chance to be part of their celebration!