Weep No More Meringues
Here are some great tips for weeping meringues. Let the egg whites reach room temperature before whipping as this will allow them to beat to a fuller volume. First beat the egg whites until they form a small peak, then sprinkle the sugar called for in the recipe on top of the whites. Let the whites and the sugar sit for 5 minutes without stir meringues.

Classic Meringue Shell
4 room-temperature egg whites
Pinch of salt
½ teaspoon cream of tartar
1 cup plus 2 Tablespoons super-fine sugar
¾ teaspoon vanilla extract

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and draw a 10-inch circle on it. Turn paper over.

With the whisk attachment in place, beat the egg whites, salt and cream of tartar in a bowl of an electric mixer set on medium-low speed. Follow directions above to avoid any weeping. Whip until stiff.
Spoon meringue into the traced circle. Smooth with a spatula and shape into a small shallow bowl.
Place in the lower third of the oven and reduce heat to 200 degrees and bake for at least 5 hours (the longer it stays in the surer you can be that the shell will arrive at crisp perfection). Then turn off the oven and leave the meringue in the turned off oven to cool, preferably overnight.

Pavlova Shell
Follow steps 1-4 making the meringue shell, but beat in 1 teaspoon white vinegar and 2 teaspoons cornstarch along with the vanilla. To cook: Place in the middle of the oven and reduce heat to 250 degrees. Bake for 11/4 hours. Turn off oven. Leave the meringue in the closed oven for at least 4 hours. Should end up crispy on the outside, and chewy in the middle.

Thanks to our good friends at Cooking and Eating the Wall Street Journal. Saturday/Sunday April 2/3 2012


Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, were excessively mischievous. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew this. If any mischief occurred in town, the two boys were probably involved.

The boys' mother heard that a pastor in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys.

The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, 'Do you know where God is, son?' The boy's eyes opened wide, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone. Where is God?' Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised
his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, 'Where is God?'

The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, 'What happened?'

The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, 'We are in BIG trouble this time, GOD is missing, and they think we did it!'