The Chocolate Trifle...
Ladies...gents, if you ever want to impress your other half and you're not much of whiz in the kitchen then might I suggest that you try making the chocolate trifle. It's a little layered treat of chocolate cake (cubed up), a layer of chocolate instant pudding, a layer of whipped cream, a layer of skors crumbles and chocolate sauce and then you repeat over and over again until you run out of ingredients.
Now before you get all worried, no I'm not going to be posting recipes like I'm Martha Stewart or anything (although we do have something in common). I posted it because of the reactions I got from John and Roommate 1.
I show up with the trifle triumphantly in my hand and set it on the counter so that I can untangle myself from the dog's leash. Almost immediately as I set it down, John carefully digs into the trifle with a spoon...slowly delving into each delicious goey layer. The speed of the spoon increases until John looks up and me with a grin and says, "I feel high from eating this."
Roommate 1 exclaimed, "I can't study for my finals because of that gooey deliciousness in the fridge...first from eating it, and now because I'm preoccupied with when I'm going to dig into it again!"
I felt pretty secure in my trifle making skills at that point, but it wasn't until this morning when John was getting ready for work and he reached into the fridge for the chocolately wonder and there were mere spoon scraping opportunities left.
My work there was done.
Now before you get all worried, no I'm not going to be posting recipes like I'm Martha Stewart or anything (although we do have something in common). I posted it because of the reactions I got from John and Roommate 1.
I show up with the trifle triumphantly in my hand and set it on the counter so that I can untangle myself from the dog's leash. Almost immediately as I set it down, John carefully digs into the trifle with a spoon...slowly delving into each delicious goey layer. The speed of the spoon increases until John looks up and me with a grin and says, "I feel high from eating this."
Roommate 1 exclaimed, "I can't study for my finals because of that gooey deliciousness in the fridge...first from eating it, and now because I'm preoccupied with when I'm going to dig into it again!"
I felt pretty secure in my trifle making skills at that point, but it wasn't until this morning when John was getting ready for work and he reached into the fridge for the chocolately wonder and there were mere spoon scraping opportunities left.
My work there was done.
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