Creamy Chocolate Mousse Pie

Creamy Chocolate Mousse Pie takes approximately 3 hours and 30 minutes from beginning to end. One portion of this dish contains around 17g of protein, 82g of fat, and a total of 1306 calories. This recipe serves 8 and costs $2.89 per serving. 105 people have tried and liked this recipe. valentin day will be even more special with this recipe. It is brought to you by Allrecipes. Head to the store and pick up heavy whipping cream, pie shell, milk, and a few other things to make it today. With a spoonacular score of 67%, this dish is good. Creamy Coconut Pumpkin Pie Mousse, Creamy Chocolate Mousse, and Creamy Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake (No Bake) are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 8

Preparation duration: 20 minutes

Cooking duration: 10 minutes

 

Ingredients:

2 cups heavy whipping cream

1 1/2 cups miniature marshmallows

1/2 cup milk

1 (7 ounce) bar milk chocolate candy

1 (9 inch) pie shell, baked

Equipment:

sauce pan

whisk

bowl

Cooking instruction summary:

Heat marshmallows, chocolate candy, and milk in a saucepan over low heat until marshmallows and chocolate are melted, stirring constantly. Allow mixture to cool completely. Beat heavy cream in a large bowl until until stiff peaks form. Lift your beater or whisk straight up: the whipped cream will form sharp peaks. Gently fold cooled chocolate mixture in whipped cream until well mixed; pour into baked pie shell. Refrigerate until set, about 3 hours. Kitchen-Friendly View

 

Step by step:


1. Heat marshmallows, chocolate candy, and milk in a saucepan over low heat until marshmallows and chocolate are melted, stirring constantly. Allow mixture to cool completely.

2. Beat heavy cream in a large bowl until until stiff peaks form. Lift your beater or whisk straight up: the whipped cream will form sharp peaks. Gently fold cooled chocolate mixture in whipped cream until well mixed; pour into baked pie shell. Refrigerate until set, about 3 hours.


Nutrition Information:

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1308k Calories
16g Protein
82g Total Fat
125g Carbs
12% Health Score
Limit These
Calories
1308k
65%

Fat
82g
126%

  Saturated Fat
32g
205%

Carbohydrates
125g
42%

  Sugar
11g
13%

Cholesterol
86mg
29%

Sodium
975mg
42%

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Protein
16g
33%

Manganese
1mg
51%

Vitamin B1
0.65mg
43%

Folate
162µg
41%

Iron
5mg
33%

Vitamin B3
6mg
31%

Vitamin B2
0.51mg
30%

Phosphorus
237mg
24%

Fiber
5g
23%

Selenium
14µg
21%

Vitamin A
925IU
19%

Vitamin K
18µg
18%

Calcium
126mg
13%

Vitamin B5
1mg
12%

Vitamin E
1mg
11%

Magnesium
42mg
11%

Copper
0.21mg
10%

Potassium
325mg
9%

Zinc
1mg
9%

Vitamin B6
0.14mg
7%

Vitamin D
0.94µg
6%

Vitamin B12
0.26µg
4%

covered percent of daily need
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