it's self-care time again!
Fortunately for all those who live with me, one of the ways I practice self-care is to whip up tasty treats in the kitchen. The beautiful thing about this is, of course, the instant benefit for all those involved: a feeling-better Me, and Good Food to eat.
This afternoon, I came across a very promising recipe for chocolate mousse. Basically, you need a couple of bars of good chocolate, some water, a whisk, a sauce pan, and two big bowls. And maybe some ice. But, really: chocolate and water, and whisking action.
I actually used one of those nonelectric hand-mixers (the kind with the crank) instead of a whisk, because we only had one big stainless steel bowl, and not a lot of ice, and I didn't have a lot of time, but I just paid attention to the mousse-in-progress and it worked really well.
The recipe said to scoop the mousse into ramekins to allow it to finish setting up, but we have no such thing here, so I used glass tea saucers instead (which meant I could serve the mousse with wee tea spoons, for perfect bite-size enjoyment). Lacking whipped cream, I garnished the mousse with some slivered pistachios. Because if you're gonna make chocolate mousse, you're gonna need a garnish. And we have pistachios.
...It was fabulous.
ETA: Lukasz just revealed that he thought my mousse resembled certain bodily expulsions. "But it tasted better! And smelled better!" Oh, gee, thanks. I showed this picture to Mohamed, and he nodded and said, "Yeah. Baby poop."
Well, that's the last time I make chocolate mousse in this house!
This afternoon, I came across a very promising recipe for chocolate mousse. Basically, you need a couple of bars of good chocolate, some water, a whisk, a sauce pan, and two big bowls. And maybe some ice. But, really: chocolate and water, and whisking action.
I actually used one of those nonelectric hand-mixers (the kind with the crank) instead of a whisk, because we only had one big stainless steel bowl, and not a lot of ice, and I didn't have a lot of time, but I just paid attention to the mousse-in-progress and it worked really well.
The recipe said to scoop the mousse into ramekins to allow it to finish setting up, but we have no such thing here, so I used glass tea saucers instead (which meant I could serve the mousse with wee tea spoons, for perfect bite-size enjoyment). Lacking whipped cream, I garnished the mousse with some slivered pistachios. Because if you're gonna make chocolate mousse, you're gonna need a garnish. And we have pistachios.
...It was fabulous.
ETA: Lukasz just revealed that he thought my mousse resembled certain bodily expulsions. "But it tasted better! And smelled better!" Oh, gee, thanks. I showed this picture to Mohamed, and he nodded and said, "Yeah. Baby poop."
Well, that's the last time I make chocolate mousse in this house!