I know, I am a glutton for punishment.
But I had promised The Kid that she would have a lemon meringue pie for dinner tonight. (I am a glutton for punishment).
For those of you who are uninformed, my last effort ended up on the kitchen stove---minus a crust.
The stove top |
The remainder |
This time I used a cookie sheet and moved ever so slowly. Even putting the ingredients together. It took a LONG time.
I was extremely careful with the eggs. No yolk in the whites, said my mother; so there were no yolk droplets in my egg whites. Medium heat for the lemon custard; so medium heat. Stir constantly; so I stirred forever!
Then I added cream of tartar and vanilla extract to the egg whites and beat them shiny and stiff. I even added the sugar very slowly.
And this was the result.
Today's effort before browning |
I carefully (oh, lordy, you don't know how carefully) transferred the pie to a cookie sheet. Then I carefully slid the whole thing into a preheated oven (I did that before I started anything so I wouldn't forget!)
Twelve excruciating minutes later I had to remove it from the oven. I had cleared large swathes of the kitchen counter so that I would not bump into ANYTHING.
I carefully removed the cookie sheet with the pie on it.
I made it to the stove top!
And then, it a miraculous feat, the pie, in one piece made it to the cooling rack ON THE COUNTER!!
I made it to the COUNTER!
It sits now, safe and sound, in the refrigerator for the mandatory 3 hours.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU.
May you have peace in your life this year. And may your efforts be as successful as my pie!
Success!
ReplyDeleteI probably would have dropped it taking it out of the fridge ;)