Had to whip up dessert for fifteen the other day. Made individual Eton messes with boysenberry and fig chum, was runaway hit at lunch.
Forgot to photograph the bashing-in of meringues’ heads, addition of whipped cream, and desecration with boysenberries and figs; isn’t that mixer a beauty, though?
Ooh, shiny. Does the mixer belong to the place where you’re house-sitting?
It does! I thought about nicking it, but I left it behind.