When you have your own children things they do often trigger memories from your own childhood. Recently, for example, R6 and I were making meringue nests to serve with yoghurt and berries from the freezer (including, and I have no idea how such gems have been overlooked for so long, a handful of last year's raspberries; hidden freezer treasure).
Anyway it awoke a memory of my own childhood and my adoration of meringues. Specifically those that were two halves, sandwiched together with cream, chocolate on the insides of them and served in a dish with a cherry on the top and a teaspoon to eat it with. These particular ones were served in a cafe which was in a row of shops near the Gifford Hotel in Worcester, opposite the cathedral by the big roundabout. This was in the days before they put the statue of Elgar at the entrance to the High Street. I would have been pre-school, because my sister wasn't with me, so it would have been about 1970.
This photograph was taken immediately in front of the cathedral.
All those ugly 1960s buildings are on the site of the cathedral's original lichgate.
This cafe was quite small. I can't remember what it was called then. Later, when I was a student at Worcester Technical College it was called Cherry Pie and had been modernised and didn't sell meringues, but when I was four it did and it was an enormous treat to have one when I went shopping in Worcester with Mum.
This particular day I was really looking forward to my meringue. I expect we were on our way to Sainsbury's or to Russell and Dorrell or, if I was very lucky, into the shop called Stephen Thursfield, which was a lovely emporium of gifts and toys and was where I bought my teddy bear Mary Plain.
We went into the cafe, Mum and I, and of course I asked for a meringue.
"I'm sorry," said the waitress breaking my heart without so much as a blink, "but I've just sold the last one to that lady over there." She pointed and I turned, tearfully, to look at the Woman Who Had the Last Meringue.
Poor woman. She never stood a chance with that meringue. She fed it to me, spoonful by delicious spoonful, while I stopped crying. What an angel.
I still love meringues, but it is hard to replicate the magic of the ones in the cafe that became Cherry Pie. I did come close once and that was a black cherry and chocolate meringue bought for me on a snowy day in Liverpool by my sister's first fiance in the Cavern centre surrounded by Beatles memorabilia.
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The world According to Little Brown Dog
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Maddy Grigg's The World From My Window
ElizabethM's Welsh Hills Again
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