When Tasha at Voracious Vegan posted her Chocolate Pots de Crème, I knew that I was in for something amazing. I can’t create a recipe to save my heathen soul, but with the ridiculous number of vegans working their culinary magic and sharing the spoils with the rest of us, I don’t need to! On Sunday, I whipped up the Pots de Crème and set them in the fridge to chill. Seriously, have you looked at that recipe? That’s all the procedure you’re getting from me, because unlike the Smlove, these babies come together in two sassy shakes of your sweet ass.
Five hours to the minute after I’d left them to chill (my husband does not mess around with dessert), we pulled the Pots de Crème out and had a ceremonial tasting. It was a pretty quick ceremony, because this is all that was left to photograph:
Do you like how I tried to arrange the tablecloth to make it look arty? Yeah, me neither.
“It tastes like a Snack Pack!” Red declared, and now you know which one of us got good dessert in elementary school and which one got apple-and-cheese toothpick kebabs. (Thanks for instilling healthy habits from the beginning, Mom.) My memory of Snack Packs and other non-vegan chocolate pudding is dim, but let it be known that I just spent several minutes trying to poetically describe the flavor palette or whatever of the Pots de Crème, and I failed. Everything I wrote sounded like amateur food porn, so I gave up. It was so good that my tongue-brain connection short-circuited. So good…so good that….
It was so good that, if Tasha and I were in the same time zone, I would totally make out with her.
Put that on your spoon and lick it.