I have been dreaming of moving to France. Not just for the last few days but for a couple of years. Today I played a little game with myself, as I often do, and decided to try and bake a chocolate soufflé.
I've never made one before, and I'm a famously terrible baker. (All those exact measurements & chemistry, you know?) I didn't go shopping first, and I didn't use a set recipe. I told myself that if I could successfully do this that France is my destiny.
Et voilà!
Now, if only the soufflé could arrange home purchases, visas, find me a job & make me feel okay about yanking my daughter out of her comfortable surroundings, we'd be all set.
*sigh* Oh, high-rising egg & flour mixture, why dost thou tempt me so?
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