For me, Soufflé was Mt. Everest; a(n eggy) mountain that I would never climb, a goal I never thought I would accomplish. For a long time, my oven held me back. Or at least that’s what I told myself, and others. Who in their right mind would bake a soufflé in an oven with no window? Please, not this girl. Then I moved into a one-room studio the size of a teacup and realized AFTER I unpacked my last worldly position that there was a range but no oven at all. Woopsie. Now that I have a big-girl oven with a window, I decided it was time to hire a Sherpa (consult marthastewart.com) and thrust my proverbial flag into a soufflé once and for all.