8 August 2022

Bevelyn, your Strawberry Meringue disappointed no one. It was magnificent. The cake, which in the making was more of a dough than a batter, ended up being a thick, gooey, sweet, eggy bar. Above this, a layer of crispy meringue with toasted pecans gave us richness, nuance, profundity. On top, a fluffy mountain of whipped cream enrobed the macerated strawberries in loving embrace. Everyone enjoyed it heaps, Bevelyn, and for that I thank you.

There it is, gang. This is the post-baked, pre-strawberry whipped cream topping cake. This picture doesn’t quite sizzle and snap the way I hoped it would. I will do a little research on ideal food photography angles and lighting and design and composition. It definitely looks like something your grandma would pull out of the oven. In a good way of course. Some people’s grandmothers pull horrible things out of their ovens. This comparison is not inclusive of them.

The salad with freshly shucked corn, grape tomatoes, lime juice, avocado, and olive oil was really delicious. Corn and lime are a good combo.

Here’s a question topic:

How soon before leaving town ought one to go shopping for fresh food? At what point do we just starting eating out because “I’m going out of town on Thursday”? Monday? I’d think Monday could be the latest. I am going out of town on Thursday.