Love and Cakes, English or American
Not any old cake will do . . .
“For I love my Drukers’ cream meringues more than I love you” I attempted to explain. Ounce for ounce this king of meringues offers substantially more value.
Unfortunately my memories of you, at least those that come readily to mind, are of you saying something ridiculous and, normally, in company at the worst possible time. My memories of Drukers’ cakes, be they meringues or éclairs (for that matter), are all good and none is about getting fatter. Like the day I consumed four and finished reading Gone with the Wind – much better than the Hollywood film which amalgamated characters – meringues for starter, main, pudding and with coffee. Allow an hour between courses.
The crisp sugar crust
The crisp sugar crust melts way to internal goo, subsequent whipped fresh cream, precisely proportioned cascades into the mouth – reminding oneself of a miniature cement mixer as one masticates. Drukers’ decoration so unpretentious, limited only to a sprinkling of green (pistachio nuts) on the overflow of cream, should have won design awards if there were any justice in this world. There is no justice in this world.
English or American?
I do love you in the English sense, a sense far more practical than the gushy American. I like to make you happy. I love meringues in the gushy American sense – the thought of life without a meringue – not any old meringue but a true, astonishing Drukers’ one, is too much. Conversely the thought of life without you is exciting. It has become increasingly difficult to make you happy so today I will not be meeting you as planned, but nipping to my favourite Drukers for a meringue.
