Laptop in the kitchen? Not so much

I think I have found the worst chocolate souffle recipe on the Intarweb.

Tyler volunteered to head cook for communal dinner this week. He actually wanted to do it last week, over here at Krikitt Downs, but I was heading out of town, so pushed him back to this week.

Now, Tyler is a great guy. We all love him very much. He's just always late.

And for me, Miss "Adjust your clocks back fifteen minutes, because I'm not going to be on time", to say that, it's saying something.

Doyle suggested I stay at work until I received the call from Tyler, "Hey, I'm in your driveway. Are you home?" before actually heading home. I had learned, however, from Elina that making the tortillas first, and storing them in a warmed oven works very, very well, so I went home early to make tortillas.

6:30, I'm the only one home.

6:35, I'm still the only one there.

6:40, did I go to the wrong place?

6:45, crickets

6:50, yay! Heather shows up! Whoo!

7:00, we're the only ones here. The tortillas are started.

7:10, are we both in the wrong place? At least the tortillas are about a third of the way done.

7:15, oh, thank goodness. Doyle, Chookie, Martha, Warren and Vinny all show up. Wine for all! And times for bets. The over-under on Tyler showing up is 7:23.

He shows up at 7:21, with all the dinner ingredients, just as Paul and Beth show up, too. It's a mad fest to get all the food cooked. We managed to be ready for eating at 8:00. WhoO!

The meal was delicious, with Kris having to bring his own food, as the chicken part of the fajitas were not Kris-friendly. Oddly enough, it was actually Beth who rejected the salmon for chicken.

At the end of the meal, the group played poker with each of the two chips each person had worth $100,000. Each hand five of the six hands would push all in, and the winner crushing the remaining person in the next hand. And the game would start again. Eventually Beth asked what was for dessert, and I bribed her with chocolate souffle to stay for an hour, when it would be done. She agreed and I started the souffle.

The tragic part of my souffle making is that I lost the last recipe I had. It was from the Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook (10th edition?), and a ridiculously easy recipe. So, I surfed for another recipe (since the one in the Joy of Cooking is actually a fluffly chocolate brick, kid you not), and settled on one that didn't use more eggs than I had when doubled.

Nine people were around when I made the offer, so I doubled the recipe and started cooking. I took my laptop into the kitchen to view the recipe, only to discover than not only was I cooking the worst chocolate souffle recipe ever, but I had set my laptop in a pile of guacamole.

Joy.

Of cooking, of course.