I think I’ve lost my touch.
Let me explain. There’s something about a recipe that compels me to ignore the bits I don’t like and make the simplest bits five times as complicated. The result is that I’ve made a lot of weird and terrible stuff in the past year or so. (Although you could argue that I’ve been making weird and terrible stuff my whole life.) I’ve had a lot more misses than hits lately and, while no one else seems to mind — failures are so entertaining! — I’m tired of eating my own oddball food.
So, I thought I’d do a teensy experiment on myself and try following directions. I have gone that route once or twice in the past and it never turned out well. Maybe third time’s a charm? I chose as the object of my experiment a layered and chilled dessert called Coconut Dream Delight, mostly because I automatically love any dessert that has “delight” in its name. Chocolate Delight? Yes. Pineapple Delight? Absolutely. Strawberry Cheesecake Delight? I’m in. Pickle and Rutabaga Delight? Very possibly. That “delight” changes everything.
Well, I failed my own test in about three seconds. I made a lot of little changes and one change that seemed little but wasn’t. First, let me tell you what worked.
I had a packet of Maria cookies left over from the pay de queso I made a few months ago, so I used those for the Graham cracker crust. I added extra vanilla, cinnamon and a couple of tablespoons of shredded coconut in addition to the stick of melted butter and 1 tablespoon sugar. (Every single dessert since the beginning of recorded time benefits from a bit cinnamon and vanilla. No exceptions.) The recipe didn’t specify to bake the crust before assembling the pie — this is supposed to be a no-bake dessert — but I think a parbaked crust is less inclined to crumble or get soggy. After pressing the crust into the pan, I baked it at 350 degrees for 10 minutes then stuck it in the fridge to cool.