The most exciting parts of our Valentine’s Day dinner involved setting a pan of butter, onions, garlic, thyme, chicken livers, and Bulleit bourbon on fire (for this chicken mousse), fucking up a cake so badly while turning it out of the pan that I filled its crater-like middle with this chocolate mousse and threw it in the fridge to stop thinking about it, and adding two heads of roasted garlic and 1 head of raw to make soup to share with someone whose bad breath I don’t really care about.
After all that, we had the actual meal: the mousse with cornichons and dijon mustard on bread with champagne coupes full of a crazy beer JMM picked out that was aged in sherry casks, then seafood sausage, balsamic grilled romaine, garlic soup with fried sage, and another amazing Belgian beer aged for 8 years (!) called — sorry — “Mariage Parfait.”
The cake I messed up turned out to be so good JMM declared it on his list of top 5 desserts of all time — the sunken cake became a soft-crumbed, slightly salty “pie crust,” with the barely sweet chocolate mousse as the filling. We each had two slices.
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