another pudding recipe : )

The other day, I wrote about my recent rediscovery of instant pudding and all of its wonderful possibilities in dessert recipes.  Today I was sent a recipe from Taste of Home that I thought I would share, and it too uses instant chocolate pudding.  Obviously I haven't tried it yet, but it looks absolutely delicious!  Here is the recipe for Frosty Coffee Pie (It seems the only downfall might be the calorie-count - 1 piece = 429 cal.):

• 8 Servings
• Prep: 15 min. + freezing

Ingredients

• 1/4 cup hot fudge ice cream topping, warmed
• 1 chocolate crumb crust (9 inches)
• 3 cups coffee ice cream, softened
• 1 package (5.9 ounces) instant chocolate pudding mix
• 1/2 cup cold strong brewed coffee
• 1/4 cup cold milk
• 1-3/4 cups whipped topping
• 1 cup marshmallow creme
• 1/4 cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips
• Directions

• Spread ice cream topping into crust. In a large bowl, beat the ice cream, pudding mix, coffee and milk until blended; spoon into crust.
• In another bowl, combine the whipped topping and marshmallow creme; spread over top. Sprinkle with chocolate chips. Cover and freeze until firm. Yield: 8 servings.

Nutrition Facts: 1 piece equals 429 calories, 17 g fat (9 g saturated fat), 20 mg cholesterol, 463 mg sodium, 67 g carbohydrate, 2 g fiber, 5 g protein.

In other news, I am eagerly decorating our balcony.  Luckily CVS was still having its bogo sale on the beige outdoor chairs so I bought two of them and put the two seat covers on them.  They look fabulous! The plastic pots I bought from IKEA did not have holes in them for the water to drain so Scott drilled holes in them for me and they are ready for flowers.  I think I'm going to wait on those though because it's supposed to be a little chilly again this week.  Hopefully we can go get some African marigolds sometime in another week or two. 


In light of the delightful spring weather, I thought I would also include this poem by one of my favorite poets, Billy Collins: 

"Today"
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.