Miss 9 is, well, nine. She can read. And she’s adventurous.
Today, when we came in from tramping in the woods she said, “Guess what I’m going to make?”
I couldn’t guess.
“Lemon meringue pie.” She showed me the recipe, assured me that she would not be making a crust, that she know how to separate yolks from whites, and that she understood the directions.
So I left the kitchen, because I’ve learned that is important. I did see, however, that she was separating egg yolks from whites with her hands; to my surprise it works very well, and I succeeded in not saying anything negative.
When I ventured back, she told me she’d gotten teaspoons and tablespoons mixed up so had to throw out the first try. Oh well.
She tried again, microwaving the sugar and cornstarch mixture. Then she had to add the egg yolks…but first she microwaved them. Oops!
At that point I got called in as a serious helper. Actually, I was called in tearfully to take over, but that’s not how things work around here.
So we added the sugar that had been forgotten. I ate the scrambled lemony egg yolks. We checked the recipe and separated some more yolks from whites—the traditional way this time.
Miss 14 told us to microwave the lemon filling some more, so we did.
Together we slipped the filling into a glass pie plate. (Crustless pies work for us.)
Then Miss 9 whipped up the meringue while I cleaned up. And 15 minutes later, there was the pie!
Miss 9 looked at it and said happily, “Yay me!”
A beautiful pie, a happy girl, and lots of learning, for both of us.
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