Back in the 90s when I was a small child there was one food I craved above all else. My mom’s fudge batter pudding. The dessert is like a chocolate lava cake with emphasis on the lava part. Just picture, you pull a dish out of the oven and it looks like a super-sized chocolate cake. But then as soon as your spoon digs past the first inch or two of cake you hit hot, chocolaty goo. That’s a technical term there, goo.