Thursday, July 7, 2011
Oh back to the meringues... Mr. Remmel made this legendary duck soup (my mother still talks about that soup). I have a dream like reconciliation of a massive dining table full of food but I only remember the duck soup and the hard meringues. And these weren't any meringues. They were made by a French women and she carried them around in a little basket with a linen cloth. Like you might envision Little Red Riding Hood or Gretel from Hansel and Gretel carrying through the forest. The meringues were shaped like mushrooms. The tops and stems had been made separately in molds and were assembled with chocolate as glue. They were sweet and crunchy and light. They were like little clouds of heaven. If I could have, I would have eaten every last one of them but I knew my manners and only ate one or two.
So if you ask me what my favorite dessert is, I'll probably tell you Trio's Raspberry Cream Cake or Izzy's Strawberry Shortcake but if you ask me my food guilty pleasure, it has to be the meringue.