<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Mousse on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/mousse/</link><description>Recent content in Mousse on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/mousse/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gajer Halwa Mousse (Carrot Mousse)</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2018-02-28-gajer-halwa-mousse-carrot-mousse/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2018-02-28-gajer-halwa-mousse-carrot-mousse/</guid><description>&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-2678" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/IMG_1298.jpg" alt="Gajer Halwa Mousse (Carrot Mousse)" /&gt;&#10;In my journey of blending the flavors of my ancestral home in the Indian Subcontinent with the desserts I know and love here in America, I pull a lot from you and those around me. In brainstorming dessert ideas, a dear family friend (and ad hoc babysitter - love you Tasfia and Tanifa!) suggested gajer halwa. It's carrots that's been cooked down with milk and sugar so that it's almost a pudding.</description></item><item><title>Chocolate Mousse Cake</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2014-05-31-chocolate-mousse-cake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2014-05-31-chocolate-mousse-cake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/img_2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone wp-image-1061 size-large" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/img_2483.jpg?w=640" alt="Chocolate Mousse Cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always usually been outnumbered in my family by people who aren&amp;rsquo;t enamored by chocolate. Same was true when I married my husband. Even more so. But then the kids came, and they loved chocolate, especially  dark chocolate. It was then that I knew they were mine (that was the real testament, not the whole watching them come out of me thing). And so now I have little people to share my chocolate obsession with. Little people to make chocolate cake for on birthdays. Little hands to help stir the chocolate chips into cookie dough. And little fingers to steal chocolate chips from the counter before they even have a shot at meeting pancake batter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>