soufflé
Mike and I made our first-ever soufflés tonight. It was his idea, and he actually did most of the work. Good man. He found a recipe today for dark-chocolate soufflés, which was perfect because we had bought two six-ounce ramekins for that exact purpose about a year ago, yet hadn't used them at all...until now.
I had always heard that soufflés were really challenging, but, in fact, it was pretty simple to make. Beating the egg whites to stiff peaks (and then stirring them into the melted chocolate, butter, and egg yolks without deflating them) is the hardest part, but we seemed to manage OK. It sure was tasty, although I think I burned the chocolate ever so slightly when I was melting it. Oops! My first couple of bites were rich and delicious, with an aftertaste of...burning. Eew. But then after a few bites, I either got used to it or, more likely, somehow got past the burned part. Weird.
We served the soufflés on the beautiful plates we just got from Jenn as a housewarming gift. (Thanks, Jenn!) We don't usually trouble to plate things beautifully, by the way, but the ramekins were HOT.
I'm proud of us. (Mostly of Mike.)