Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve noticed that when it comes to this particular holiday, there are lovers and there are haters. I am a lover. I love the chocolate, I love the cards, I love the flowers, I love the red and pink. I love the air of excitement: you never know who you’re going to get a Valentine from. It’s the day of the year, in my opinion, when those who are too cowardly at all other times to profess their love can do so without shame. (And anonymous notes count).
Believe me, I’ve done the anonymous notes. That was fun. But this year, as I have a gentleman caller, I got to be a little more up front about my feelings. I also got to suggest that instead of attempting to choose between the sub-par Morris restaurant options (think a fancy but gross Italian place, a Subway, and a Pizza Hut), we make our own gourmet meal.
Steak, twice-baked potatoes, salad, and chocolate mousse for desert. (By far the fanciest meal I’ve ever had whilst at school)
Let me tell you that having just finished making the mousse, I think the g.c. will have to take the reins on the rest of it. I’m actually tired. I really am a pretty good cook (thanks Mom and Dad for forcing me to start dinner all throughout high school), but mousse was over my head. It’s putzy: you need about four different bowls, you have to constantly mix things just until they reach a specific consistency, and if you do something wrong, your mousse will lack volume. The horror!
Plus, there were a few setbacks that stressed me out considerably. Firstly, someone ate one of my eggs. I had precisely four left in the carton, the exact number needed for the recipe, and this afternoon, one was gone. Okay, well, I’ll just do a half recipe. But wait, will that work? Aren’t people always going on and on about how halving recipes isn’t reliable? All right, calm down Hol, we’re just going to have to try it. (five minutes later) I need a bowl filled with ice water? We don’t have ice! There is no ice in our freezer, because we are college students and don’t own things like ice cube trays or whisks or measuring cups.
I finally realized that I could use snow in lieu of ice water. It worked rather well, and provided a much-needed Little House on the Prairie moment.
All drama aside, the mousse is currently setting in the fridge. No housemates are home yet, but I intend to guard that darn mousse with my life.
If you want the recipe (may you have more patience than I with it), it’s right here: http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2008/05/perfect-chocola/
The batter (which I unabashadly tasted), was delicious.