It was late Sunday Eve when my tummy did rumble.
"I need chocolate! " it said. But I knew there was trouble.
Not a speck or a morsel of sweets could be found
I circled the kitchen around and around
"Ox in the Mire!" I screamed in distraught
I'm in chocolate withdrawl! Now there's food for thought.
Then Peter's ears perked with the promise of sweets
"I find chocolate, Mom!" then the patter of feets
He climbed on the counters he looked in the drawers
His keen chocolate senses had him down on all fours
And then with a shout full of wonder and glee
He produced a large box of baking chocolate, "See?"
Oh, son, that's not chocolate, it has to be baked
And mixed with ingredients for heavens' sake
I'm too lazy for baking and being so fancy
I want chocolate now and I'm getting antsy!
But oh, what to do, when your taste buds are screaming
I'll just get creative, and stop all this dreaming
I have butter and sugar and this baking chocolate
YES! An idea! I know I can rock it
A google search lead to this GREAT RECIPE
Then I mixed and I melted and beat -- happy me
Peter did help and 4 raw eggs later
I had ooey and gooey rich filling--nothing greater!
With no pie crust on hand, no graham crackers either
Why not Tollhouse Crackers? Phew! Take a breather
I smooshed and I smashed and added more butter
And then it was ready...no time to putter
Fill in that pie pan and get me a fork!
I'm ready to eat this puppy--and no, it ain't pork.
It's rich and its fat and its smooth and its dreamy
So addicting, delicious, and insanely dreamy
4 raw eggs, some butter and sugar
And a box of baking chocolate--discovered by "Booger".
(In all seriousness, this french silk pie was so good it deserved its own poem. You might be wondering why there are three candles in it. One of Peter's favorite games to play is "Happy Birthday". He wants to put candles on his toast, his muffins, his cookies, and sing to himself. Needless to say, we've run out of birthday candles).