CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy	German	Chocolate, Desserts	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

6		Puff pastry shells
1 1/2	c	Heavy cream
6		Squares white chocolate
1		Square semi sweet chocolate
		Melted

INSTRUCTIONS

Bake and cool shells according to package directions. In large nuke safe
bowl--nuke white choc and 1/4c cream on high 2 minutes or until white
chocolate is almost melted, stirring halfway through.Stir until white
chocolate is completely melted.  Cool 20 minutes or until room
temp.--stirring occasionally.  In chilled med bowl place remaining cream.
Beat with mixer at med sped until soft peaks form.  DO NOT OVERBEAT. Fold
half the whipped cream into white chocolate.  Fold in remaining cream just
until blended.  Spoon into shells.  Garnish w/ strawberries and a drizzle
of semi sweet. Chill up to one hour. Can sub 4oz german sweet choc for the
white if desired.
Recipe By     : CUPONQUEN
From: Av718@freenet.Carleton.Ca (Ann Codate: Tue, 14 Feb 1995 15:36:14
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File ftp://ftp.idiscover.co.uk/pub/food/mealmaster/recipes/mmdja006.zip

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