Pinch hitting is often the name of the game in cooking. When I determined that I was short on chocolate for my dessert, a baked chocolate mousse, I was faced with a harrowing challenge. We only had on hand a typical bag of chocolate chips, which weighs 12-oz., four ounces short of the full pound I needed.
Chef Husband asked if we had any chocolate bars in the candy stash. No, but we did have an untouched Easter Bunny. Thus, I was faced the emotional dilemma of melting my son’s bunny.
Chef Husband asked if we had any chocolate bars in the candy stash. No, but we did have an untouched Easter Bunny. Thus, I was faced the emotional dilemma of melting my son’s bunny.
It was difficult watching the bunny melt into a puddle in the double boiler.
“I’m melting... I’m melting”.
I then proceeded to sing the Bunny Song from Veggie Tales, popular in the 90’s.
“The bunny, the bunny, whoa I love the bunny.”
“I’m melting... I’m melting”.
I then proceeded to sing the Bunny Song from Veggie Tales, popular in the 90’s.
“The bunny, the bunny, whoa I love the bunny.”
The bunny was ultimately sacrificed, with a payoff that was grand.
Luckily, our son doesn't read our blog.
Until next time...
Culinarily Yours,
Mrs. Chef (Christa)
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