Thursday, March 31, 2011

FOOD FIND...



New Zealand Pavlova

Pavlova is a meringue-based dessert named after the Russian ballet dancer Ánna Pávlova. Colloquially referred to as "pav", it is a cake similar to meringue with a crispy crust and soft, light inner. The dessert is believed to have been created in honour of the dancer either during or after one of her tours to Australia and New Zealand in the 1920s. The nationality of its creator has been a source of argument between the two nations for many years, but formal research indicates New Zealand as the more probable source.

The dessert is a popular dish and an important part of the national cuisine of both countries, and is frequently served during celebratory and holiday meals.

3 large egg whites
1/3 cup
granulated sugar
1 teaspoon white distilled vinegar
1 tablespoon
boiling water
2 cups whipping cream
2 cups fresh fruit (such as strawberries and blueberries, kiwi and raspberries, nectarines and bananas, etc.)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup
powdered sugar
  1. Preheat oven to 475°F (245°C). Cover a baking sheet with foil, and spray lightly with cooking spray.
  2. In a large bowl, beat the egg whites to form stiff peaks. Add sugar slowly, and continue beating. When egg whites are very stiff, add vinegar and boiling water. Continue beating until glossy surface begins to fade, and mixture is very stiff.
  3. Spoon meringue onto prepared baking sheet. Shape into a circle 1 1/2-inches thick. Form a slight indention in the center, making the sides slightly higher.
  4. Place meringue in the oven, shut the door, and turn the heat off. Leave in the oven for one hour.
  5. Check the texture of the meringue; it should be hard with no soft spots. If soft in the center, heat oven to 250°F (120°C) and leave meringue in until completely dry, checking often.
  6. Whip the cream until stiff peaks form. Beat in vanilla and powdered sugar. Spoon the whipped cream onto the meringue. Arrange the fruit on top of the whipped cream, and serve.

Makes 4 to 6 servings
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Written For the Road...




What is most notable about this funny, touching, memorable first novel from Stephen Chbosky is the resounding accuracy with which the author captures the voice of a boy teetering on the brink of adulthood. Charlie is a freshman. And while's he's not the biggest geek in the school, he is by no means popular. He's a wallflower--shy and introspective, and intelligent beyond his years, if not very savvy in the social arts. We learn about Charlie through the letters he writes to someone of undisclosed name, age, and gender, a stylistic technique that adds to the heart-wrenching earnestness saturating this teen's story. Charlie encounters the same struggles that many kids face in high school--how to make friends, the intensity of a crush, family tensions, a first relationship, exploring sexuality, experimenting with drugs--but he must also deal with his best friend's recent suicide. Charlie's letters take on the intimate feel of a journal as he shares his day-to-day thoughts and feelings:
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
With the help of a teacher who recognizes his wisdom and intuition, and his two friends, seniors Samantha and Patrick, Charlie mostly manages to avoid the depression he feels creeping up like kudzu. When it all becomes too much, after a shocking realization about his beloved late Aunt Helen, Charlie retreats from reality for awhile. But he makes it back in due time, ready to face his sophomore year and all that it may bring. Charlie, sincerely searching for that feeling of "being infinite," is a kindred spirit to the generation that's been slapped with the label X. --Brangien Davis


Sunday, March 27, 2011