For the longest time, I was afraid of cheese souffles. Afraid the way the dog is afraid of thunderstorms, or the way the Southern husband is afraid the Georgia Bulldogs are going to lose to to Auburn. A deep sense of foreboding and visions of deflated, soupy cheese lurked before me. And then I tried actually MAKING a few cheese souffles, and you know what? Easy. Reliable. Festive. Delicious. And no fear!