The first time - didn't cook it enough
The second time - good, but the boy dog ate it.
The third time - great, but the dog ate it. Think the boy dog got it down and the girl dog helped him finish - they were both guilty as hell when we got home.
The fourth time - perfect and I dropped it taking it out of the oven. Now it sits in two distinct pieces - hopefully out of countertop range of my boy's keen longs snout.
I think I need to just go back to making chocolate mousse.
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