For as long as I can remember my favourite dessert (except ice cream, of course) has been lemon meringue. It was always one of those treats that only came along with one of the folks’ birthdays or if some relatives came to visit. When I finally became old enough to forgo the birthday party with obligatory clown cake it became a standard request for the celebratory rituals on the annual remembrance of my egress from the womb. So naturally, when my mom moved to a different town I needed to learn how to make it myself, lest I be starved of my favourite sweet indulgence.
The wife and I just finished the final pieces of the lemon meringue I made on Friday for her birthday and in a surge of sugar-induced altruism I’ve decided to share the recipe for this divine food with you.
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