Made a mousse. Learned some things.

Today I tried something new. I made a chocolate mousse.

Now I’m posting about it.

…On my writing blog.

Writers eat too, right? And there’s a point in sharing this, I swear. I’m not just out to make you drool and fight back your own chocolate demons (though I will admit I did a fair amount of both in my own mousse-making endeavors). No, ye cherished and hungry readers; today’s post is about the virtues of doing something you’ve never done before.

Here’s why trying something new is awesome: when you do something you’ve never done before, the world opens before you. One new thing leads to the next, and soon you’re making all kinds of discoveries, acquiring new experiences, learning new skills, knick-knacks, party tricks, and handy-dandy, honest-to-god practical (or utterly impractical, but fascinating) information.

Case in point: I’m not helpless in the kitchen. But I’m no expert, either. (I envy the people that make every dish and dessert by feel, rather than following a recipe. I’m a recipe-following, direction-using kinda gal myself.) Making this chocolate mousse taught me at least three kitchen skills I can now use in future cooking / dessert-magicking efforts:

1. that the best way to neatly crack an egg (again, I’ve been cracking eggs for years, but not always beautifully) is to give it a swift tap on its side, right in the center, on the edge of a mixing bowl;

2. how to separate eggs into whites and yolks;

3. how to make and recognize soft peaks and stiff peaks, using an electric mixer. Main thing here is that “peak” was a new term for me.

It’s simple stuff, but all things I’d not previously encounted. And now that I know these basics perhaps next time I’ll be a bit more adventurous, throw in a few more steps and ingredients, and wind up with something as decadent and butt-fattening as this next time:

Whoops, there goes the drool again.

Another awesome thing about this dessert-delving was that it allowed me to practice my French. Believe you me, nobody prances about the kitchen naming various utensils and ingredients (both in my recent French vocabulary studies) quite as enthusiastically as I do. French is such a beautiful language. The words are almost as delicious as the food I was using them to describe. Fourchette. Chocolat. Crème.

Mmmm. Now all I have to do is wait eight hours for the mousse to refrigerate and set. It’s gonna be a looooong night…

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6 thoughts on “Made a mousse. Learned some things.

    • Thanks for your response! I agree, for directions are often how we learn. Still, I do admire someone who has enough experience or study under their belt– be it in baking, playing guitar, painting, or poetry– to take creative liberties and successfully improvise when they practice that skill!

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