Luscious teacakes twirl in white coats,
Meringues do zumba rumba
Naughty nibbles dance bub-to-bub
Orange pekoe snugs the cosy
Petite posies ring-a-rosie
5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes
The yolks sit alone in the garbage can,
tiny suns extinguished by my own hand.
This is how I learned to hate abundance.
I whip the whites until they stiffen,
peaks forming like Fairy Chimneys
in Cappadocia, soft spires balanced
against centuries of erosion.
I’ve only seen pictures, but I wonder
what it’s like to live there,
balanced on the edge, weightless.
I fold the sugar in, slowly,
watching crystals dissolve into submission.
What I want most is to taste a sweetness
without swallowing the guilt.
Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”
Montague Middleton met Molly Milton, many men ‘met’ Molly more
Montague Middleton married Melissa; so many mad moans Molly made
Montague Middleton’s most massive mansion made more modest mansions mundane
Montague Middleton moved Molly in, making Molly both mistress and maid
Montague Middleton’s missus made many mouthwatering munchies
Montague Middleton’s missus made Monty’s mouth moisten most days
Montague Middleton’s missus met Molly, mentioning marital meddling
Montague Middleton’s mischievous mistress mocked Melissa’s malaise
So:
Montague Middleton murdered his missus
Montague Middleton married his mistress
But:
Montague Middleton made a mistake
For Montague Middleton’s mistress
Can’t bake
Getting high on chocolate dreams
Soft meringues and coffee creams
Hypnotized by lemon pies
Velvet cakes makes me shake
With hopes of having belly aches
From cookies as a sinful prize
Brownies cheesecakes cupcakes too
Each luscious morsel drips with goo
Cascading cross my grateful tongue
The crunchy parts of almond tarts
Cream puffs tempt my aching heart
A symphony of taste is sung
Now it's time to take a stroll
Past donuts plump and jelly rolls
The aroma makes it hard to choose
Creme brulee and Bananas Foster
Sets atop my bakery roster
Flavored with a touch of booze
With greed and guile down the aisle
Each item only makes me smile
Sticky sweet as clover honey
After filling up my shopping cart
Reluctantly I have to part
'Cause I just spent all my money
Reading ‘Pride and Prejudice in the living room,
Sneaking into the art room - jumping for joy when you
Came through a doorway,
Braiding hair, baking meringues, spending summers together
Talking about college and change,
Comfort in your hugs taking the pain and stress,
Transforming it into art.
Until visits to home changed into a tree with flowers below,
The soft, leather couch becomes the cold grassy ground.
Loving goodbyes become an eternal wish for one more conversation
Comforting hugs turned a memory, cold feelings robbing the peace.
Hiding tears at your memory, forgetting the pictures
In a hope to halt the growing pain in my soul.
Praying for a minuscule second of comfort,
To be returned with the art of sorrow
The art that could never be as beautiful as hers.
Her meringues make me water
pristinely pure with elegance
so sugary sweet
offered up a special treat
eyes fall out of focus
as delicate swirls entice
cobalt blue biding
interpretations
tantalized, lips licked
a simple teasing
and pleasing
of the tongue
nibbled, flavours seduce
every taste savoured
lapped, loved, and treasured
making each morsel last
never letting another
precious moments pass
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