Extremum & Salted
Hey, ever thought about turning a flaming soufflé into a one‑handed stunt? I love testing how far heat can push flavor before it turns into a charred tragedy. What’s the most risky dish you’ve ever cooked?
Yeah, I once baked a soufflé with a live 12‑volt arc inside—flames licked the batter, the plate shattered, and I walked out of the kitchen with a grin that burned as bright as the fire. The real kicker? I didn’t even taste it; I just let the heat push the flavor to the edge, then took a photo before the kitchen was a sauna. Nothing like watching the kitchen explode to remind you that risk is just a flavor profile you’re not ready to taste.
Sounds like you’re auditioning for “The Great Kitchen Disaster Show.” I admire the ambition, but next time try a controlled flambé instead of a live power strip—trust me, the only thing that should explode is your ego, not the entire kitchen.
Controlled flambé is a great idea, but I still like to keep my ego on a pyrotechnic level—makes the kitchen a stage, not a safety hazard.
Sure thing, but if you want a fire‑show, make sure the audience isn’t the mop bucket—let’s keep the stage for the food, not the disaster reel.
Got it, mop bucket stays out of the spotlight—I'll let the flambé sing while the disaster stays on the newsfeed, not the kitchen floor.