Apologies, but it has taken me some time to process this whole high school reunion thing. First off, it was completely overwhelming. The first hour was spent having the same two minute conversation thirty times. And then one thing became painfully evident - people don't change. If you were a douchebag in high school, chances are you're still a douchebag. A fat, balding douchebag. The one exception to this rule is nerds. Nerds are great. If you were a dorky nerd in high school, chances are good that you look better than ever - perhaps due to high earning potential resulting from proficiency in math and computer science, and chances are even better that you've got a winning personality, having honed your wit to prevent being stuffed in a locker. Whatever stereotype you fit into in high school, I offer you not only something delicious to eat, but also some tips should you attend your own reunion. Enjoy.
Ham Souffle for a High School Reunion
You will need:
1 cup milk
2 1/2 Tbs. butter
3 Tbs. flour
1/2 tsp. salt
4 egg yolks
5 egg whites
1 cup shredded Gruyere cheese
1 cup diced Prosciutto
Look yourself in the eye, either by standing in front of a mirror or by staring at a recent photo of yourself, and honestly answer the question, "Have I ever been happier than I was in high school?" If the answer is, "Are you kidding? Of course I have! High school was alright, but kind of a nightmare sometimes." You'll be fine. If you answer, "Of course not. High school was the absolute most best time of my life. Everybody loved me. I ruled the school and all those dorks wished they could be just like me," get ready, because your upcoming reunion is going to be a very BIG NIGHT for you, and you've got work to do.
Begin with your body. It's true that nobody looks the same as they did in high school, but trust me, some of these stay-at-home moms have been doing non-stop Pilates instead of rooting around in the fridge like you have. Spare no expense and put yourself on a juice fast starting right after you eat the delicious souffle that is as full of ham as your campaign for Student Council President. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
Call old high school friends to see who is planning on attending, and most important - what they will be wearing! Grease a souffle dish with butter, dabbing a little bit around the eyes to soften your crow's feet. Pour Parmesan cheese into the dish and tilt to coat all over. Speaking of coats, do an assessment of your marriage. If it is falling apart before your eyes, purchase a gigantic jewel or great big fur coat to distract from your evident loneliness. Warm the milk in a pot.
In a large saucepan, melt the butter over low heat and stir in the flour. Whisk vigorously for two or three minutes to tighten and tone your wobbly triceps, then pour in the milk and keep whisking until as thick as your high school boyfriend's skull. Season with salt and add the yolks one at a time as you remember all your greatest moments - when three boys on the lacrosse team asked you to the prom; the talent show where you received a standing ovation for your hilarious send up of Principal Foster; the graduation party your parents threw - 4 kegs! Set saucepan aside to cool.
Whip the egg whites until stiff, then fold into the yolk mixture alternately with Gruyere and Prosciutto. Pour into the prepared dish and decide what to wear. Obviously this will be determined by your household income and your sense of self-worth. If you are fortunate to have come from a wealthy family, make a list of all that your wealth has allowed you to accomplish for yourself and the world. If you spend part of the year, say, handing out mosquito nets in Uganda, then it really won't matter to you. However, if you spend part of the year in St. Barths and the other part hanging around the house and shopping, what you wear makes a big difference! Keep it understated, to minimize your selfishness.
Pop souffle into oven and turn the heat down to 375. Bake until golden brown and puffed up like your high school boyfriend is now. Eat entirety while reading old yearbooks and crying. Do not forget the old adage: The less you have to offer, the more you have to prove! Depending on how sloppy drunk and slutty you acted the last time you saw these people, the more time you are going to want to spend with your hot rollers. Book daily sessions with a personal trainer, a facial and hire a limo to take you to the prom, I mean reunion. Also book a professional photographer, because this is going to be the last great night of your life. Well, for the next ten years anyway.