Or as we gals call it — Schaum Torte.
That’s my mom. She made a show stopping dessert and here’s the recipe:
First of all preheat your oven to 275 degrees, then cut up a large brown paper bag and line a baking sheet.
Now separate 6 six eggs. (Put the yolks aside to make a lemon custard, or, if you’re not inclined toss them away.) Beat the six egg whites until they form stiff peaks. Very, very gradually add two cups of sugar beating all the while, add a teaspoon of vanilla and a teaspoon of vinegar. Keep beating, babies, until the mixture is as glossy as a satin ribbon, I mean GLOSSY. Et voilà! That’s the most difficult part of this entire slice of heaven.
Place the mixture on the lined baking sheet – this is what the meringue looks like before I pop it into the oven:
Bake for one hour. As it cooks it will turn into mighty sugar-caramelized-high-rise-puff with about an inch thick shell. When the meringue is cool peel the paper away gently and place on a cake dish. Don’t freak if it cracks and settles because when you’re ready to serve it whip one pint cream until it holds a peak, add sugar to taste (just a bit because you want it to complement and kind of smooth out the crisp sugar shell with the cloud like sugar center). Garnish with the whipped cream and a pint to two pints of sliced strawberries, or sliced apricots and crushed pistachios with a sprinkling of grated lemon peel, or pitted cherries and raspberries or… You catch my drift.
Happy holiday baking!
My mom would make tiny meringues to serve with tea, little cookies, I think they were called kisses!
Pavlova is a popular desert in Australia, where I’m originally from but for the holidays we usually go traditional with plum pudding. But rare is the Aussie who will turn down a slice of pav!
That is traditional, especially since Christmas in Australia is summertime and I think of plum pudding as very warming and wintery! xox
ARE YOU BACK??
Mine too! Merci beaucoup! And not quite yet, but on our way soon!
I can see you in her features!Also, Jennifer Love-Hewitt 😀
I just found a picture of my grandmother as a child in 1915…she’s with a group of Halloween revelers and when I saw it I said to Kirk, “That’s me.” My resemblance to her is astonishing. Happy holidays, love!
Inspirational, as usual – and I too was struck by the beautiful resemblance of mother and daughter.
Home at last and the California sun is working its magic on my cough — my head is clearing and soon I will be able to taste all the wonder of season. I wish I could send you a barrel of oranges! I will have to settle for my love and an email soon. xox
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