I was thinking of meringues and then it started raining and the car wouldn’t start. That was one the sequences of events that will eventually make up today. A perfectly blue sky filled with puffy white clouds, reminiscent of a summer’s day, started the meringue thing which pleasant thought was extinguished by Nature emptying a bucket of water over the washing that had been hitherto enjoying a breezy, sun filled interlude on the line. We leapt to the saddle, and Jenny and I …. were soon rushing back into the house draped in flowing white linen, looking like a Klansman hotly pursued by Casper the ghost, our own spirits as dampened as our laundry. Rolling with the punch, and feeling slightly vengeful, I thought I would kill some mice to show nature that we can all be beastly. The poison cupboard was bare, however, leaving me no option but to head to the nearest Souricide outlet. Turning the key in the ignition of the car resulted in nothing but a clicking noise, not unlike the illusion of galloping horses that can be produced by clapping coconut shells together and with the same total inertia.
Time has passed and the washing has dried in the warmth of the house, the mice are saved and I have satisfied my vengeful spirit by dispassionately separating egg whites from their yolks and beating them senseless, which state is often described as stiff peaks though not in A&E departments. I never fail to be amazed at the chemistry that creates meringues nor how content it makes me feel to watch the transition take place. I still haven’t decided how to punish the car. I’ll check again at midnight to see if it’s turned into a pumpkin and then get those fucking mice to drag it to the garage.
“souriside” 😀
It started off as “one of those days” but luckily the meringue´s saved the day. Now for those mice….
They’re in serious trouble:)
Yes, it’s magic – the meringue making, not the rain or the car not starting. They look lovely and I hope will be some compensation for the still-living mice and the not-very-living car.
Talk about “still life”:)
Ah, useful wee micees, if memory serves me correctly you may get a footman if you can find a rat!! I believe footmen are very useful for the senseless beatings.. I love meringues.. morning roger! oh and LOVED the filthy eggs! c
I often need a batch of footmen for senseless beatings, but none are to be had….not even for ready money:)
can’t find decent help nowadays.. c
It’s a damn shame:)
I love making meringues. It’s almost like making something out of nothing. And everyone I know will sell their souls for them with a little clotted cream. And the yolks: my secret shortbread extra ingredient. Which i no longer secret because I have told you. I do wish I could have some discipline sometimes.
Yolks are the subject of my next post, Kate. I would love to know more about your shortbread.
Usual ingredients, flour, cornflower, butter, bit o’ salt, etcetera; and an egg yolk. Makes it cakier but to-die-for.
Sounds very good – I’m mad for shortbread (thought I’d throw in a “mad”)
Even better than the image of you and Jenny as “a Klansman hotly pursued by Casper the ghost” is this one: “The poison cupboard was bare, however, leaving me no option but to head to the nearest Souriside outlet.” Bravo! Oh, and such lovely photos, too.
I feel bad, but it was the mice or me:)
You are in trouble today Buttons!
Great pictures and I laughed out loud at your punchline 🙂
Thanks for that, MD. Glad it worked.
Great post, I would have given you a lift for some of those meringues but then you might not have made them.
Decisions, decisions:)
Ha! Great ending. 🙂 No cats in the surroundings?
we had three cats when we arrived in France 11 years ago, but they’re all gone. Even the wild cats leave as the farmers in the hamlet retire, one by one. It does, however, seem time to bring a new one into play.
Very nice, Roger! You are such a vengeful spirit!! I loved the photographs of the process, they are amazing. You should dedicate yourself to it… 😉
Have a nice day!
I shall dedicate myself to meringues. Not a bad life and certainly a sweet one:)
I like how you directed your revenge on mice. They’re disgusting rodents.
You’re sounding very vengeful. I think you’ve had some bad mouse moments:)
Am convinced a filthy temper and desire for vengeance are a definite necessity on some days, even if just to balance the yin and yang of life 🙂 !
Hilarious!
🙂
These meringues sound like the best possible result given the situation. And hopefully they’ll sustain you through your travails with the mice and car. Or at least the car if you decide to spare the mice. 🙂
I think the mice are safe.
The sequence photos just made me want a meringue…..and it’s lunchtime. 🙂
Do Finns make meringues? If so, I bet they spell it in a way that looks like a bad Scrabble hand:)
My car, too, had issues yesterday on a crowded interstate as I returned home from Michigan. Had there been a tree limb nearby, I would have given it a thrashing, Basil Fawlty-style — and today I’d be a YouTube sensation.
And again, wonderful photos, Roger.
It seems that a good thrashing is all that some cars can understand:)
Did the mice assist you Roger?
I’m still waiting by the pumpkin:)
an entertaining post. to have been a butterfly on the wall 😉 (wouldn’t want to be one of those mice)
🙂
I’ll even forgo the meringues if I could just have the eggs! Despite buying organic and free ranging eggs most of the time, I have not been able to find any that actually taste like the eggs to which I am used to from Europe – ah, well!
Again, may many thanks for all your wonderful posts!
Glad you’re enjoying them – the posts that is, not your eggs:)
love it! the actual picture complemented by the clear mental images aroused by your (excellent as always) prose
Thanks for that, John.
food photography is really great, i love both foods and photography at the same time.*
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