Because it is. Really Scotch-y. This pudding (chosen by Donna) has some bite to it, which might or might not be because I accidentally didn't third the scotch when I thirded the recipe. Mmm... a cup of pudding with a tablespoon of scotch in it... Oh, and did anyone else have difficulty finding a small bottle of halfway decent scotch for this recipe? I don't drink it, but I sure as heck wasn't going to put Wild Turkey in this sucker. As a result, my sister (who does drink scotch) will be getting an additional Christmas present this year - a 750 mL bottle of Glenfiddich minus one tablespoon. The nice guy at the liquor store was duly impressed that a woman in her mid-twenties would drink scotch, even if he thought it was funny I was buying it for pudding.
As for the pudding, it went into a nice little tart crust made with Dorie's sweet tart dough, which is seriously the best thing ever. As the progression of photos show, things just kept getting better the longer I took pictures of it...
Good, but a little plain.
Better (what isn't better with a little chocolate, hmm Kayte?), but how shall I eat it?
Ooo, sneaky. I like the way you think.
Ah-ha! Now we're getting somewhere. But what about the crust?
Mmm... ooey gooey puddingy deliciousness. Come to me. I wants it.
Last Week: IBTWPPD Cookies (okay, buttery jam cookies)
Next Week: Tall and Creamy Cheesecake
PS: I am currently stranded, Internet-less, in the wasteland that is Crumstown, IN. My apologies, but I will most likely be unable to comment on much of anyone's posts this week.
PPS: Happy Holidays!