A lot of people asked about the île flottante results. In a word, disaster. The meringue didn’t happen and we had dense little marshmallows with a hard candy topping and burnt pralines! As S’s father summarized, it was an île sinkante.
Nothing like following up an ambitious cooking disaster with another, so today I tackled mole. So far it’s looking a lot more promising (although 50% more labor intensive). I’m going to let the sauce sit for a couple days before we eat it.
In case anyone’s interested, I’m using a recipe Rick Bayless shared with Huffington Post after the Mexico state dinner last year.
Here’s the rest of the menu: