Just under the wire on Tuesday night, I cranked out two petite chocolate souffles. (Click here for the recipe.) I really didn't feel like eating chocolate souffles, unless I could do it in my sleep, so I passed them onto my family. But soon everyone was groaning loudly in pleasure, and disturbing my rest I might add, so I shuffled out of bed to try some too. Ethereal, heavenly, sainted chocolate souffle! I had the feeling that I was finishing up a meal at a five star French restaurant, and not sitting in my cherry pie pajamas in my cozy (but messy) home kitchen. That is what good chocolate souffle will do to you, dear readers. It will fly you away from reality and straight into the streets of Paris.
And speaking of reality and fantasy, this evening I will be teaching a three hour class on the French philosopher Descartes. Descartes, by way of review, is the philosopher responsible for creating a proof for our very existence. "I think, therefore I am." In Latin, Cogito Ergo Sum.
Last year a student told me a joke about Descartes: Descartes was sitting in a Paris bistro. A waitress approached and asked if he would like some eggs. Descartes pondered for a moment, and then said "I think...NOT." And POOF. He disappeared.
And so when deciding if you should make this chocolate souffle today, think. And think again. Because if you think not, your very existence hangs in the balance. And what kind of existence would it be, really, without chocolate souffle?
Be back ASAP with that Cooking Light cover Pizza