Literally. Vegetables as containers to stuff with other stuff!
I had some market vegetables poking out of the vegetable bin that I wanted to use last night before my morning jaunt to the farmers market today. I had a gigantic green bell pepper that I stuffed with ground lamb, garlic, celery, onion, parsley, mint, and oregano. Pretty basic stuff. I doused the stuffed peppers in a red wine vinegar laced tomato sauce, covered them with foil, and cooked them until they almost collapsed.
I had fresh Silver Queen corn. I certainly had tomatoes. I wanted to combine them, but not in the usual manner. I decided to stuff the tomatoes with the corn. At first, I thought I would simply shave the corn from the cob and fill the hollowed-out tomatoes with it. Not crazy enough. Then, I thought corn pudding would be an interesting twist. That would have been good. Maybe a little dense, but still good.
It hit me. As if a Thomas Keller coffee-table cookbook had slammed against my head, it hit me. Corn souffle! Yup.
I'm not afraid of souffles. They might be a bit fussy, but they don't scare me. The fussiness always outweighs the gorgeous outcome. Generally, they don't fit my cooking style. I prefer having food braise away slowly while I drink copious amounts of wine and enjoy aromas wafting throughout the house. Last night, it turned out that souffles also take time to make and to bake, allowing ample aroma wafting.
After shaving the kernels from two corn cobs, I scraped the sweet cob milk into the bowl with the corn. Messy, in a good way.



Word of warning. Apparently, I wasn't careful enough when hollowing out the tomatoes. One had a slight tear. Big deal, I thought. Well, it was enough of a tear to bring down a majestic souffle. All the way down. I ate that one. Michael got the perfectly risen browned one. They tasted the same, but.........
I looked at them and thought, crap! Side by side, they reminded me of a seventh grade photograph taken of awkward me standing next to my ridculously good looking football jock big brother. Who's the ugly duckling?
Despite the visuals, they were delicious.
The corn was sweet, light, fluffy, and rich. Perfect when combined with the sweet cooked tomatoes and their dripping juices.
Fussy? Yeah. Trouble? Nope. With a bit more care, I'd make them again.
In a heartbeat.
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