For the last few days, my beautiful and sexy wife and I have been watching Sabrina, an old Audrey Hepburn movie from the 1950’s. In one scene, Hepburn’s character makes a failed soufflé at a cooking school in Paris. The next day I woke up, filled with the urge to cook a soufflé myself. In particular, chocolate. In particular, to impress said beautiful and sexy wife, whoc like most beautiful and sexy wives, loves chocolate.
Unfortunately, it took me several days to gather the requisite ingredients and equipment (finding a soufflé dish is trickier than you might imagine, especially if you’re not interested in paying a bajillion dollars for one at a specialty cooking shop), but this morning I baked a lovely chocolate soufflé which we ate for brunch. It was light, fluffy, and sinfully delicious. I was so impressed with myself (and the product of my endeavors), that now I want to bake another one, perhaps cheese. Thus, the title of this post. It has bitten me.
Incidentally, I am a devoted Audrey Hepburn fan, and currently own twelve of her movies on DVD. I intend to own them all. We also have a large picture of her in our kitchen, which I got from a guy who was moving out of his apartment here in the building. The picture belonged to his girlfriend, and he personally hated it, and when I commented on it, he proposed to give it to me and tell her that it was destroyed accidentally in the move. I went home happy.
Also incidentally, the movie amuses me because of the obvious early 1950’s portrayal of capitalism and business as virtuous and beneficial, which is interesting to me because we have been discussing the Red Scare and its effect on Hollywood in one of my seminar classes at law school.
By the way, here’s the recipe I used. It was easy; you should try it.
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