I had a craving to make Mom’s Meringue Cookies. Maybe that’s because the landscape in the northeast resembles the white colorless batter—thanks to the blast of arctic weather we’ve had the past few weeks. As I watched the electric mixer beat the egg whites and sugar into stiff peaks, I envisioned the mounds of icy snow that still hug every street corner (days after the last snow storm). In just five minutes, I had a mixing bowl filled with the purest looking batter I’ve ever seen. I love the crispy exterior and hollow interior … [Read more...]