Ask C what he wants for his birthday (Father's Day, Easter, Christmas...). His answer is always Pavlova, believing that a quarterly indulgence of sugar and fat won't kill him. Well, I figure if it does, let him go happy. At some point, partners of those with health related diets have to have to throw up their hands in submission. But that's another post.
The trouble with Pavlova is that his favourite local source, Sweet Carrie's in Lonsdale Quay Market, has gone out of business. Armed with our favourite Aussie recipe, sugar, eggs and whipped cream I embarked on a surprise that's hard to keep secret when ten minutes of high speed beating are required. It may look like a traditional North American meringue, however the inside of this one is a soft and foamy delight. Follow that recipe and it's a guaranteed success.
Successfully hobbling down the stairs Pavlova in hand, ankle encased in cast, one step away from the spare fridge, off it flew form the pan on its magic carpet of baking parchment. Oopsie. C very happily volunteered to clean it up, spoon in hand.
Somehow, I doubt that picture would be used in a cookbook as a serving suggestion.