Say that 20 times fast.
I made a soufflé. I was determined. I had a 102 degree fever and I made a souffle nonetheless. That should tell you how determined I was.
So although this may seem like a strange journey with strange pictures taken by a semi-delirious girl, I can guarantee you will see a soufflé at the end.
It all began with a golden onion.
And a pink shallot.
Plus one bay leaf and three cloves which really served as nails as much as they did flavor.
Do you prefer shallots or onions? How would you describe the difference in flavor? Discuss amongst yaselves…
While I brown the onion in some buttah. (Have you ever seen “Cawfee Tawk with Linda Richmond” on Saturday Night Live? She is sometimes my alter-ego.)
You want to get a nicely browned onion. Color is good.
You can’t really tell from the picture, but this egg had the weirdest shape. It was very bulbous at the base and had a very pointy top. One more strange egg from the chicken coop.
Try separating eggs and taking a picture at the same time. Now do that while you say soufflé 20 times fast.
I think I used my chin at one point. But I forget what for. I had a 102 degree fever. My memory is spotty.
Check out these yolks from my chickens! I’m like a proud grandmother, I know. But seriously… 1) I did not color correct those yolks one bit and 2) look how the yolks are different sizes. That part cracks me up. It amuses me and makes me want to bake.
These are the many sized soufflé dishes out there in the world. I was overwhelmed by the choices so I went for 1 big one. But you could use many little ones and serve your guests their own individual pot of soufflé.
You will need bread crumbs and parmesan and a little melted buttah to coat the inside of your soufflé dish, which you will then put in the fridge.
Then you will add a bit of milk and infuse it in your onion pan with all of the onion flavor and brown bits.
Nutmeg. I picked these from a tree in St. Lucia long ago. I was staying on a cocoa plantation where I ate dinner with British royalty. It’s a long story and it doesn’t make any sense. It’s just what happens when you go on vacation in St. Lucia. You end up with lots of nutmeg and strange stories involving British royalty.
What I like about this nutmeg is that it still has the web of mace around it. It is bright red when you first pick it. The Germans use mace a lot in their recipes. I will give you one in my book. Or two… I forget.
I bet you’ve been wondering where the shallots have been all this time. They are soaking, reveling really, in a bath of vermouth, my favorite liquid as you know.
First they sweated in butter and then came the vermouth where they simmered some more.
Then in yet another pan…a bit of flour and butter for a roux.
The goal here is to keep stirring constantly so the flour doesn’t burn.
It will form a nice paste that will begin to bubble. The bubbles are a sign that the flour is cooking off its floury taste.
Then the onion infused milk gets whisked into this roux and stirred rapidly so no lumps form.
Then the buttery, vermouthy shallots arrive. Whisk all of this together over low heat until it thickens to a gravy consistency.
Meanwhile, the egg whites get beaten with a bit of cream of tartar if you’re feeling like you need a little extra help. I was feeling delirious and like I needed a little help for sure.
The soufflé dish comes out of the refrigerator and waits.
The whites become fluffy to soft peaks…
The nutmeg goes into the white roux…
The yolks are added…
…along with some cayenne… to kick it up a notch.
Then cheese. Mmm, cheese. You could use many types of gratable cheese here, but parmesan was what I had most handy.
Then the whites are folded in… fluffy and uniform…
Then into the soufflé dish it goes.
And before too long, it is puffy, and brown on the top with a little crust and oh so good for when you can’t eat anything except, perhaps, and bit of warm fluffy soufflé.
Let them eat soufflé I say.