Christmas horror story

Well. Where do I start?

Actually, I won't, as such, except to say - not wise to make a recipe for Christmas lunch off the

internet hours before you intend to consume it.

Yes, that is exactly what I did, dear reader, as I decided to make a.... pavlova. I found a recipe on the net, cooked it, but oh my gosh - it was the foulest piece of egg white rubbish I ever had. Rubbery. Weird taste.

So I quickly went back to the standard for pavlova's - New Zealand's Edmonds Cook book and made a very nice pavlova. To be fair the thing shrank so it was flat as a flat pancake and I had to smother it with cream.

But it did taste fine.

So the tip is..... don't cook pavlova?

I think I'll buy mine next time.

Happy Christmas.

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