Awhile back I made some lovely Meringue Nests and had two left over. The went in an airtight container on top of the fridge. In my defense, I can’t really see the top of my fridge and I certainly don’t look up there very often. Once when I had the parents of friends over and learned the Dad was quite tall, I felt obligated to pull up a chair and clean it off for fear he might see all sorts of shame up there! But mostly, other than a bread box that’s sat up there for years, the top of my fridge is ignored.
Meringue. When it’s made just right there’s something about it that seems so…ethereal…that’s the word. These “nests” are no exception and may very well be my favorite type of meringue. Crispy, crunchy on the outside, with just a bit of soft chewiness inside.