Aphrodisiac Instructions No. 02 Molten Chocolate Lava

Four-fifty. Butter four little cups. Flour every inch. Tap off what you don’t need. We’re making a fucking mess Deliberately. Half a cup of butter cut it into pieces Six ounces bittersweet dark enough to mean it Set it over simmering water keep the bottom off the heat Take your time and stir it slowly till it’s glossy dark and sleek Sixteen minutes maybe twenty Don’t rush something this obscene When it melts that fucking smooth you’ll know exactly what I mean Two whole eggs two extra yolks Quarter cup of sugar salt Beat it hard and beat it fast Till it’s pale and thick and soft Two tablespoons of flour now Fold it in don’t overwork Just enough to hold together Just enough to make it hurt Yeah. Like that. I want it firm around the edges soft and filthy in the middle Touch the top it ought to spring while the center gives a little Nine to twelve don’t fuck this up Pull it while it still can shake I don’t want it cooked completely I want chocolate running all over my face Leave the middle wet. That’s the whole fucking point. Whisk that melted chocolate smooth make sure nothing’s out of place Then fold it through the eggs and flour till there’s not one streak Dark into pale slow at first Then work it through completely Split it up between the ramekins Nice and full nice and evenly Smooth the tops if they need touching Then slide all four into the heat [close-mic] Be a good girl and let the oven do it for me Watch the edges getting firmer Watch the center stay undone Little jiggle when you touch it That’s when you know it’s time to come… [Beat cuts] …out. Firm around the edges soft and filthy in the middle Touch the top it ought to spring while the center gives a little Nine to twelve don’t fuck this up You only get one chance to wait I don’t want it cooked completely I want chocolate running all over my face Take it out. One minute. Don’t touch it yet. I know. You want to. Put a plate over the top. Now turn the whole damn thing over. Ten seconds. Not nine. Not eleven. Ten. Now pull it off slow. Break that pretty little surface let the whole damn center run All that heat you kept inside it finally spilling when it’s done Let it pour let it drip let it spread across my face Bittersweet hot dark and reckless Oh… my… God… Look at the mess we made Butter. Chocolate. Eggs and yolks. Sugar. Flour. Salt. Four-fifty. Nine to twelve. One minute. Turn it over. Ten seconds. Pull. It. Off. Serve immediately. Obviously.