Chocolate Banoffee Pie

I picked Chocolate Banoffee Pie after a run; I wanted dinner steady and simple, not a project.

As it warmed, the kitchen smelled like roasted tomato sweetness over a low simmer. I measured with a scale because cups betray you when texture matters.

Salt early, adjust late; it kept the flavors walking forward instead of shouting.

I burned my tongue on the first test bite—classic impatience but a good sign.

The mouthfeel surprised me—clean edges with a soft center that didn’t collapse.

I’d set this next to grilled vegetables and call it dinner without dessert.

It survived the lunch desk test—no regrets at noon.

Brushing the crust with garlic butter would help it carry the filling better.

I paused once to check color rather than the timer; food tells you more by sight and scent than numbers ever will.

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The website score reads optimistic; seasoning with intention closes the gap.