Pavlova. Heard of this dessert before? Not me. I was clueless as what pavlova is. When I asked for recipes from my friends and one of them suggested pavlova, I thought it was a type of dance. Some sort of Russian dance. Turned out, I was right about the Russian part. But only that.
For those who don't know (though I think I was the only one clueless here), pavlova is a meringue cake with a light, delicate, crisp crust and a soft sweet marshmallow centre originated from God knows where. The Australians and New Zealanders are still fighting over who was responsible for this culinary invention. For all I know, it could be created by a couple, the husband being an Australian and the wife a New Zealander. It's possible, isn't it?
Anyway, the reason I'm writing about pavlova is because 2 days ago I bought lots of eggs and try my hands at baking it. Since I didn't know how it's supposed to taste like (still don't know) and judging from my ability to ruin even a simple recipe, also taken into consideration that it is almost customary for me to burn things I bake, I tried one recipe where I can prepare it in individual serving. I made 4 very cute individual pavlovas instead of a big one. Of course being a kitchen dimwit, I burnt them a little. Sure looked a bit like poop (I'm sorry), but it actually tasted quite good. Like marshmallow. And pretty addictive too. I ate that 4 very cute individual pavlovas by myself. On the same night. Impressed? Wait till you see me finishing a whole batch of cookies while watching TV.
Anyhow, below are some photos from the pavlova experiment.
Behold. The burnt pavs.
And because I'm a chocoholic, I did this.
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