As the mother of two teen-aged girls (almost 18 and 16 1/2), I feel as if I am in a good position to talk about drama.
Seriously. If they gave out degrees in drama watching, I have at least earned my Masters - if not a Doctorate.
Dude, the world of teen aged girls is not simple.
If you aren't blessed with teen aged girls (or if you have some that will eventually become teen aged), spend some time watching ABC Family on a Monday or Tuesday evening. If you can do so without succumbing to the urge to start smacking your head repeatedly against the wall, you will get a glimpse into a world that is sure to cause night terrors in even the sturdiest of us.
And, lemmetellyou, TV drama is NOTHING compared to reality.
Outside of The Exorcist, I have never witnessed anything quite like The Mood Swings. One moment, life is good and everyone is happy. A nano-second later, that sweet sugar and spice is any thing but. And you are left wondering. Who? What? Where? When? Why? WHY??? I haven't witnessed actual projectile vomiting or head spinning, but I would not be surprised if some others of you have. Nope. Would not be surprised at all.
Oh, and just when you think that you need to find the nearest fallout shelter to hunker down in before the getting maimed by the shrapnel, another moment passes (or a few hours depending on the trigger) and it is as if nothing ever happened. Mind boggling, I tell you. Mind boggling.
Yes, the life of a teen-aged girl is a never-ending parade of drama. Highs and lows. Complications all around.
Hang in there with me. There's a point coming soon.
I have come to a conclusion. Souffle's are a lot like teen aged girls.
A lot of fussy complicated pieces coming together. That have to be handled "just so".
If you handle everything right, you may be rewarded with a lovely airy creation that is sure to impress (for at least the first five seconds it comes out of the oven). Or you might end up with something that makes you wonder what happened.
It should be mentioned that this is my first time in souffle territory. I was dubious about my success. I didn't have a "proper" dish, so I shoved everything into ramekins. Kitchen distractions were abundant, so I am not even sure I followed all the steps correctly. I know I left them in the oven too long. And somehow, it all worked out.
Perhaps if I had been less distracted, something horrendous would have happened. Sometimes, it is good to not over think things. (In my parenting role, I have discovered that it is often to my advantage to not think too much about some things. Way less drama that way!)
The verdict: they were tasty enough, but I don't think I will venture into souffle territory of my own free will very often. I am sure they will come up again as part of some other challenge somewhere down the road and that will be soon enough for me. I can say that I have been there, done that and be content - the work to reward ratio just wasn't there.
The grueyere and comte resulted in a lovely product, but I didn't feel like doing cartwheels or backflips after eating (that would have been too dramatic anyway). Next time I have a hankering for eggs and cheese, I'll make an omelet.