okay, so this is why i never find a reason to cook.
because i have been living under the shadows of amazing cooks (and little chefs) all my life that i have enough delish foods to sustain me. seriously. even Raissa now can cook yummy.
lo and behold. what you’re now witnessing is a picture of a perfectly sliced chocolate ganache tart made by none other than my sister Anie. and oh my god does it taste… UH-MAY-ZING. seriously, if for whatever reasons my body stays the way it is and doesn’t bloat itself to oblivion, i can eat one whole tart for breakfast. it’s that good.
but from the taste you can already know that this pie is nowhere near healthy.
being the always-petite-regardless-of-what-i-eat girl (seriously, Anie cannot get fat even if she eats a whole cow, unlike me >.< ) she doesn’t mind eating fat. when we have roast chicken, she’d scrape the leftover oil and fat mixed with herbs from the pan and have that as gravy. whatever it is she’s doing, she stays lean, so there’s no wonder that her pies are never ‘low fat’. but then again, pies that are low fat are no pies at all.
the crust is perfectly crisp and the chocolate ganache is smooth and just to. die. for. like liquid dark chocolate melting in your mouth. how does that sound?
this is by far, the guiltiest, most sinful, guilty pleasure i’ve ever eaten.