Twisted Pudding

Today was my day to stay with Mom’s patient and cook Sunday lunch. I always feel like the family is taking a chance when they count on me for Sunday lunch.

Pork chops, mashed potatoes, and corn were on the menu. I’d heard about a recipe last week that I thought was interesting, so I found the recipe for Cappuccino Twist on the Internet. It was basically a chocolate pudding with instant coffee in it to give it the cappuccino twist. Pudding? No problem. I can do pudding.

I doubled the recipe because it was only supposed to be enough for four servings and there would be six of us for lunch. I mixed everything together and then tasted it to see if it would be worthy of consumption. Oh, yuck and yuck!! There was no cappuccino twist to it! This was nothing more than solidified coffee.

Now I could have served it to my unsuspecting family, not known for its coffee drinking, but I couldn’t even bring myself to be that cruel. It is not in my nature to take stuff and start pitching it together for eating. I like a recipe, and I like to follow it. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I started tossing possibilities around as to how I could possibly save the pudding. I decided that I would put more chocolate pudding in to help dilute the coffee.

Alas, there was no more chocolate pudding, so I just grabbed a box of vanilla and added it. It helped a tiny bit, but not near enough. I drove over to my house and grabbed some cream cheese and cool whip. I decided to get our hand mixer while I was there because the cream cheese would have to be beaten into submission.

As I was getting the mixer, I spotted the English Toffee Cappuccino in the cupboard and grabbed it too, hoping I could add some of that to cover the bitterness of the pudding. Back at Mom’s house, I added the cream cheese and the pudding and about four tablespoons of the English Toffee Cappuccino.

It was finally beginning to resemble something edible but was still just a tad bitter. I’d had to move the pudding to a larger bowl and was running out of room in the bowl and stuff to add to mask the taste. I already had about half a time as much pudding as I had started out to make. I decided to leave it be and if it was deemed unfit, well, then it would just have to be unfit.

We consumed some of the pudding but it could only be eaten in small quantities. I told Mom that if she wants to save the pudding, it will definitely need some doctoring. Only I could have huge conflicts with an innocent-looking pudding recipe.