Guilty Pleasure Thursday: Peanut Butter Pie

My friend Meredith is about 9 1/2 months pregnant with baby number two.  What do you want when you are that pregnant, besides a comfortable place to sit and a margarita?  Something cool and delicious made of chocolate and peanut butter.

Being the good friend that I am, I decided to make sweet Meredith, her husband and their #1 a tasty dessert to enjoy these last few days before the newborn makes his or her grand entrance.

I have been drooling over this recipe since I saw it a few months ago on Cooking Light and I knew it was just the thing.  It comes together really quickly, requires no sifting, no cooking, and only dirties one bowl.  Perfect for a gal on the go like myself.

Peanut Butter Pie

Ingredients:

• 1 cup powdered sugar
• 1 cup natural-style, reduced-fat creamy peanut butter (such as Smucker’s)
• 1 (8-ounce) block 1/3-less-fat cream cheese, softened
• 1 (14-ounce) can fat-free sweetened condensed milk
• 12 ounces frozen fat-free whipped topping, thawed
• 2 (6-ounce) reduced-fat graham or oreo crusts
• fat-free chocolate sundae syrup

Directions:

Combine powdered sugar, peanut butter, and cream cheese in a large bowl; beat with a mixer at medium speed until smooth. Add milk; beat until combined. Fold in whipped topping. Divide mixture evenly between crusts; chill 8 hours or until set (pies will have a soft, fluffy texture). Cut into wedges; drizzle with chocolate syrup.

I closed the refrigerator on a job well done.

So what do I have to be guilty about on this Guilty Pleasure Thursday?  Well, I made this special pie with full intentions of taking it to my friend, the expectant mother, the next morning, but things came up.  I had a crazy few days at work, my computer and My Man got viruses, one think lead to another and the pie was still in the refrigerator.  Somewhere between “I cant give my friend a two day-old pie” and “this pie looks aahh-mazing,” I cut myself a generous a slice and ate it.  It tasted like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup but better.  My Oneandonly had a slice last night to make me feel better. Consensus: Yum.

So, on this Guilty Pleasure Thursday I feel guilty because I  (ahem, we) ate the pie I intended to give to my ohso deserving friend–but oh how pleasureful it was.

The lesson from all of this? Double the recipe.

Meredith, I will make you dinner and dessert, when you get home from the hospital with the newest  little miracle.  You have my word. xoxoxo