How Not to Make Pavlova
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My older sister and I were signed up for the same baking class in high school. She wasn't too happy that her younger, and very annoying, sister was once again tagging along, but I truly loved it. We,
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How Not to Make Pavlova

posted at 9/3/2008 2:35 PM EDT
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My older sister and I were signed up for the same baking class in high school. She wasn't too happy that her younger, and very annoying, sister was once again tagging along, but I truly loved it. We, of course, had to work together to make any recipe, as I was too scared of the rest of my classmates (freshmen jitters and all that). One of the greatest things about my sister and I is that at times when I am displaying Type A personality and tendencies she is totally Type B. I was a perfectionist and still am. Well, we decided to make Pavlova one day. It turned out to be a type of marshmallow/meringue dessert...when it turned out. You see, the recipe called for a certain number of egg whites and we were having the darndest time of separating the eggs (I was new at the "technique"). Some of the yolk dropped in the bowl and I started freaking out, telling my sister we would have to start all over again. She, of course, didn't feel it was necessary so we did it her way, and proceeded with the recipe. We got out the hand mixer and starting beating those egg "whites." We beated them. And beated them. But they just wouldn't get fluffy. No fluff. No stiff peaks. Not even soft peaks. It just laid there in the bowl looking up at us in its pathetically off-white color and its half dozen bubbles. So after what seemed like 30 minutes of taking turns beating the eggs, we finally called the teacher over for help figuring out what was wrong. Turned out, I was right all along; the egg yolks prevented the whites from fluffing. It may have been the only time I was right and my sister was wrong, but I was right.
My sister and I don't mention that Pavlova incident anymore, but one of these days I'll visit her, we'll bake something, and just maybe it will be Pavlova.

And we'll do it my way.

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