
As you may be able to tell from the artful photography, I enlisted the site's official photographer (but usually photographer-at-large) to photograph
my second outing as a maker of soufflés. It was to be my second glory. My repeat success at making soufflés, those oh-so-troublesome (and oh-so-eggtastic) delicacies. Proof that soufflés are within the realm of possibility.
The occasion required the correct-sized ramekins.
Martha, whose individual chocolate soufflé recipe I was following, asked for 10 oz ramekins, so I scoured our local hardware / kitchen stores to find two matching 10 ouncers.
Then the pleasurable work began. Weighing the chocolate:

Whisking hot milk and eggs yolks into a custardy pudding (or puddingy custard) base:


Whisking the egg whites separately, oh-so-separately, for it is their magical properties that provide the soufflé with its souffle - breath:

And then here is when things went slightly awry. Fold the egg whites into the chocolate, ensuring they do not lose their lift:

I was so ginger with them, that I ended up with this motley mess:

I honestly don't know how you fold hot melted chocolate into cold egg whites and mix them up so that the soufflé becomes uniformly brown without losing its lift.

What I do know is this. They were so delicious we forgot to take a picture of them when they came out of the oven. I know, I know, it sounds like a convenient excuse, a way not to show how they came out a little lackluster.
But chocolate custard baked to a frothy crisp is going to satisfy and delight. Even if it's not going to win any chef-of-the-year awards.