When I think of Mrs. Krutz, our long time babysitter, memories flood back to me of her chocolate pudding cake. I can even taste it. She was our surrogate grandmother – short, round with a quick wit and warm smile. I remember her being a great cook. One dessert she made was a thin white cake floating in a pond of molten chocolate pudding. In reality, it was probably made with a Duncan Hinds
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