When I was in high school, our family spent a week with my mother’s side of the family on my great-aunt Marilyn’s cotton farm in Wichita Falls, Texas. One night, Marilyn and my great-uncle Wendel hosted a big family potluck. Everyone brought something. There were the usual suspects: fried chicken and smoked brisket, macaroni salad, salted beefsteak tomatoes, barbecued baked beans, fruit salad, ambrosia. After eating my fill of savory foods, I headed back to the groaning table for dessert: a layered chocolate creation that I thought was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I’ve never had anything like it since then. But little did I know, the recipe was always out there, on the internet. Or at least it was out there by the late ’90s, when the internet became a thing.
Last week, a recipe for Chocolate Delight popped into my newsfeed. There before my wondering eyes was the chocolate concoction of my youthful dreams: layers of pecan shortbread crust, sweet and fluffy cream cheese, instant chocolate pudding, Cool Whip and chocolate shavings. I could see at a glance this was a classic middle-class dessert, from an era when people used food from a package, can or box without the slightest ounce of self-consciousness. But to my unformed 1988 palate, this was some serious, high-level eats.
I bought ingredients and tackled the recipe with high hopes. It was quick and enjoyable to assemble. I set my brain on “cruise” because it was nothing more complicated than blending and layering. The most arduous step is the pecan crust, which must be baked for 20 minutes to ensure crispiness, but even that step is fun because it involves bashing the nuts to a fine grit. I love pounding the heck out of things in the kitchen.
I do realize that I made a similar no-bake layered dessert a few weeks ago (Coconut Cream Delight) but Chocolate Bliss is totally different because it’s not coconut. Also, can you really have too many cool, creamy desserts in the summertime? I think not. So fire up your hand mixer and get your rolling pin ready for nut-bashing because here we go.