I have never attempted to make meringue before, but I thought that macaroons were as good place to start as any. Using the whisk attachment of my ‘daddy’ of food mixers, I whipped egg white and caster sugar until I had fluffy peaks, and then stirred in the other ingredients. When I spooned the meringue on the baking tray, they looked more like scotch pancakes, but upon licking the spoon they definitely didn't taste like them.
When I arrived at the golf club, I took my cakes across the sea of tartan carpet to the stall area at the back. The scones were all laid out ready to go, the strawberries were sugared, and the past Captains since 1971 looked on from their portraits in approval.
There were a selection of cakes on the table including coffee cake, chocolate cake, and some kind of cherry tray bake. I was chuffed that my cakes were deemed the 'high end' items, and therefore sold for the grand old price of 30p each. I looked around for a suitable plate to display them on, and found some nice silver ones in a cabinet. Unfortunately I was told these plates were competition prizes, and for display purposes only.
It was a great event, and my cakes were first to sell out which I was pleased about. I ate scones and strawberries, and won a bottle of sherry in the tombola that I suspect had been in someone’s liquor cabinet since 1975. I also had a unique opportunity to compare bunion surgery scars, and swapped scone secrets with a lady called Carol.
That’s all for now. Join me tomorrow for the new ‘Rate My Apron’ feature.
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