It was at Mr Black Juicery (review to come soon) whom revived such fervent lust. Their chia pudding was teeming with coconut dreams and lavished with lashings of fresh and pureed tropical fruit. It was incredibly delectable; especially after sweating it out at a hot yoga class. So much so that I felt compelled to recreate, to my best ability, this chia pudding.
Now in the past I have not had much luck with chia puddings. I'd somehow manage to create either a sloppy, inedible mess or something more along the gelatin side; resembling a panna cotta more than actual breakfast. Up until this point I'd always adapted an approach of improvisation, hence the dramatic unsuccessfulness. And because of this I decided it was high time I pursued and located a recipe which was guaranteed to be a success, considering my cravings demanded so.
And I simply had zero patience or tolerance for failure.