Certain culinary experiences are outright daunting: making croissants from scratch, roasting a medium-rare rack of lamb, creating a perfectly lemony Hollandaise sauce to top perfectly poached eggs. These are the recipes you read longingly in your cookbooks. These are the recipes that cause you to think, maybe one day.
At the top of my culinary avoidances list were soufflés. Then, I came across this simple and seamless recipe from Mark Bittman. My first ever soufflé go-round, and the result was absolute chocolaty perfection. I even felt so confident as to pull together an impromptu raspberry sauce.
So, go forth and conquer your kitchen fears (just be sure to practice these recipes on your hungry hubby before debuting them at your next dinner party). You do not want to have a Bridget Jones' blue soup incident on your hands.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway