One of my dad's friends gave us a bag of lemons the other day, so I decided to make Lemon Meringue Pie.
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Just so you know, when Tyler-Rose says "a bag of lemons," she means a bag of LEMONS. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this is unusually large for the sour yellow citrus...
Ahem. *****Susan leaves the blog post to continue in peace****
I attempted meringue last summer because my brother and my dad love all the lemony things, but it was not an overwhelming success. My family still ate it, but no one told me I needed to go out and open a gluten-free bakery RIGHT. NOW.
The problem was that--half way through beating my egg whites--I realized that I had never actually seen a homemade meringue before and that I had no idea what it was supposed to look like before it was one the pie and baked. I had to stop and call my grandmother.
She set me straight about what a properly beaten meringue should look like, but that didn't keep me from undercooking it.
So this time I was careful to cook it for the full time, and it came out beautifully.
And because all things are writing analogies, I take the success of this second attempt as a good sign for my in-progress revision. My meringue came out nicely and so will my novel. Obviously the universe is sending me a message.