A Postcard from Mrs. Sundberg

Archived | March 16, 2015 | By

Getting ready to embark upon a sea voyage, and a bit tired from the journey to Florida. Don’t get me wrong — I love to travel, but I confess there are moments when I miss my kitchen. And my own bathroom. I had a thought yesterday while holding on for dear life in the airplane restroom that, were I to stay in there long enough, I might be sufficiently mummified by the constant dry air blowing at me from all directions. Who would find me? What would they think? And then there was that moment when, while waiting to board a shuttle bus, a man turned in my direction as if about to speak and let launch a million particles from his lungs in a sneeze that might have set a record in my hometown. And the moment when, at last in my hotel room, I opened my carefully packed suitcase to find that my pump hairspray had been jammed up against the side of the suitcase and had leaked half its contents. Despite its being sealed in a gallon size freezer bag, my suitcase still smells sweetly of hairspray.

But. It did not get all over, and I don’t think I caught anything from the Sneeze Man, and when you think about it, the fact that we can pee when we have to, in private, at 20,000 feet in the air is pretty amazing. Sure is. In fact, that I am on this Caribbean adventure is itself a wonder. I miss Mr. S and the kids for sure, but dang, I filled that tub up to the top last night with bubbles and hot water, and sat there drinking the last half of a pop I’d saved and a Granny Smith apple after a good two hour walk along the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. Didn’t see any whales or mermaids or fish even, but I did see a lot of gulls, and hundreds of half-naked happy people talking and laughing and sleeping on the sand, and I saw the most wonderful waves come crashing in, and an expanse of water that — far, far away — mixes with the sky to make a horizon.

I love where I live, but my gosh, it’s a lovely thing to have an adventure. Never saw it comin’, and can’t wait to see what’s next.

Can’t help it — have to send along this one, as Spring is beginning her short walk, and Easter is nearby, and Lemon Meringue Pie is in order. I like serving this one with fresh berries and cream, and coffee, of course. Gotta have some coffee.

Lemon Meringue Pie

1½ cups sugar
7 T cornstarch
1 dash salt
½ cups water
3 egg yolks, beaten
1-2 tsp lemon rind, grated
2 T butter
⅓ cup lemon juice, freshly squeezed is best
1 pie crust, baked

Meringue

3 egg whites
1 tsp lemon juice
6 T sugar

Mix sugar, cornstarch, and salt; add water. Stir, bringing to a boil over medium heat; cook and stir until thick, 5 minutes or so.  Remove from heat.  Stir a small amount of hot mixture into egg yolks; return all to hot mixture. Bring to a boil and cook one minute, stirring constantly.

Remove from heat.  Add lemon peel and butter.  Slowly stir in ⅓ cup lemon juice.  Cool to lukewarm and pour into cooled pastry crust.

Meringue

Beat egg whites with 1 tsp lemon juice to soft peaks.  Gradually add 6 T sugar, beating until stiff peaks form and the sugar has dissolved.  Spread over filling, sealing to edges of pastry to avoid shrinking.

Bake at 350, 12 to 15 minutes or until meringue is golden brown.
Cool pie.
Eat pie.

Enjoy!