Sweet Dreams are made with Meringue

“Would you like to try one of these?” Natalia asked me, holding out a smallish, white and brown flecked nibblet. She asked me this casually, as if she had not just handed me the most awesomely, nay, awe-inspiringly delicious meringue cookie ever devised, conceived or otherwise baked by woman. As a baker, I am no stranger to sweet deliciousness, but these little guys are something else entirely. The Hershey-Kiss shaped dollops of melt in your mouth tastiness are filled with wee little bits of chocolate and pecans. If Helen of Troy was a cookie – this is the one she would be. And they sold like hotcakes. Tiny, sweet hotcakes of pure rich-but-light goodness. I sold some to a woman, and ten minutes later she was back claiming I’d sold her an empty box. She took two more and threatened to bill me for the new pants she was going to have to buy. This, my friends, is success. I’m not sure how she does it, but I am a thankful woman that Natalia can manipulate such an ersatz substance as meringue. You will be too, when you try them. Which you should. As soon as possible. Like today. Or maybe tomorrow, because I think we sold out again.