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Directions:Combine cocoa, sugar, salt and cornstarch in a medium saucepan. Gradually whisk milk into dry ingredients, stirring until smooth. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly until filling boils. Boil 1 minute. Remove from heat. Blend in butter and vanilla. Pour into baked pie crust. Carefully press plastic wrap directly onto pie filling. Cool. Chill for at least 3-4 hours. Garnish with whipped cream. |
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Notes: A tale told to Hershey's...
I remember when I was a boy, we had this handyman who shoveled our snow in the winter. Now he wasn't your ordinary handyman, no sir. He was a cunning old devil. He was in direct contact with leprechauns, witches, trolls... and ghosts. We kids didn't know whether to be scared of the handyman or laugh at him. Mostly we were scared.
Now one day I got snowed in from school and I hung around while my grandmother did her baking. Round noontime she poured the creamy chocolate middle into a pie crust, and when the smell of that chocolate hit me I swear I nearly fainted from hunger. She stuck it out on the windowsill to cool, and I saw the handyman stop shoveling snow and give that pie a long, slow look. One whiff of the chocolate and he got pulled toward the pie like magic. My grandmother was no fool and she said, "Hands off that pie. It's for dinner." Well, the handyman and I hung around the pie awhile. It had a golden crust and fluffy whipped cream on top, but what really got to us was the chocolate middle. It was the kind of middle that melts in your mouth and warms you from the inside out.
The handyman stared at the pie and looked like he couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned over me, real tall, and he said, "Sonny, I know a snow ghost who lives in a snowbank who HAS to have a piece of that pie."
I was about to ask what kind of ghost eats pie when Grandma whipped her pie right out from under our noses. The handyman grabbed me and whispered, "Listen, when your grandma ain't lookin', get a BIG piece of that pie for the snow ghost, because snow ghosts are mighty big ghosts." I said I couldn't.
He said, "If you do, the snow ghost will fix it so it keeps on snowin' and you'll get outta school."
I said I still couldn't.
He said, "If you don't do it, the snow ghost will come out of his snowbank and ask you HIMSELF."
I said I'd do it.
Sure enough, Grandma through I'd stolen the piece of pie for myself. She wouldn't believe it was for a ghost. She looked inside my mouth to see if there was any chocolate in there. And then she said she believed me. But she said she didn't believe in the snow ghost, not on your life.
Funny thing is, it snowed for a whole week after that and I got out of so much school I got bored. And the next time Grandma made her chocolate pie, she made the whipped cream on top look just like a snow ghost. And when she served it at dinner, there was already a piece missing. Only Grandma and I knew why.
To this day, when my wife makes Grandma's recipe for Snow Ghost Pie, we leave a piece for the ghost. Just in case.
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