When I was growing up, my mom used to make a cheese soufflé every so often. In the realm of meals, it was pretty exciting since as soon as it was done she’d carry it swiftly and carefully to the table so we could see it in all its poofy glory before it fell. It had a melt-in-your-mouth smooth cheesy taste; all my memories of those soufflés are fond ones.
When the topic came up recently with my husband and one of our sons, I was surprised to realize that I’d never made a soufflé for my own family. Some things just fall through the cracks, I guess. I set about to rectify this grave error immediately and served one to celebrate my husband’s birthday. It was just as I had remembered it with its soft pillowy cheesiness. The present faded momentarily and I was back in the dining room of my childhood, sitting in my usual place at the table watching my dad dish it up. The nostalgia was heavy and sweet.
I’ll probably delete this pillowy post in the morning.
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That’s impressive!
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Thanks! It really was!
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What about the souffle, was that impressive too?
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Ha ha!!
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Yes, Kris, you have reached a truly impressive age this year! But I’m sorry to tell you, in that photo, you were upstaged by a soufflé!
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😂😂😂
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There may come a day when I look that puffy, BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY!!
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😆
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that looks soooo good Lynnie! The only kind of soufflé I’ve ever made was a spinach soufflé. It was good, but I wonder where that recipe is now. Haven’t made it in a long time. I’ll have to look for it. Barbie
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I’ll have to make it for you and Gene sometime. ❤️
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