We went to church in town on Sunday evening. They always have desserts. James had a piece of pie; lemon meringue. He likes lemon meringue.
I said, "If you want me to make one, just say so."
He said, "So."
"Tell me when," I said.
"When," said he.
This afternoon I gathered my pie making supplies and put on my cook's cap. I cooked up a beautiful pie. It came out of the oven looking like a winner; golden crust, lightly browned meringue. A prize winning pie? Maybe.
Sadly, an hour or so later, the meringue had shrunk and pulled away from the sides of the crust. (This always happens.) I looked up "shrinking meringue" and found that not enough sugar will cause the topping to shrink. Next time I will try adding an extra tablespoonful or two of sugar. The good news is, it tastes yummy either way.
Sonny James RIP.
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