Beverley Robb’s Lemon Angel Pie
4 egg whites (large)
¼ teaspoon cream of tartar
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup sugar ( superfine)
4 egg yolks
½ cup sugar
1/4 cup lemon juice
Grated lemon rind
1 cup heavy whipping cream
Powdered sugar to taste
½ teaspoon of vanilla
Preheat oven to 275 degrees (250 if using a glass pan)
Grease a 9 inch pie pan
Separate the eggs and return the yolks to the refrigerator
Let the whites come to room temperature
Beat the egg whites, cream of tartar and salt in large mixing bowl until whites are stiff but not dry.
Beat in sugar, 1 tablespoon at a time until stiff, glossy and sugar is completely dissolved
Put in pie pan and smooth top.
Bake for an hour or until the top shows palest tan.
Not worry if top cracks.
In mixer bowl, beat egg yolks until stiff and lemon coloured.
Gradually beat in granulated sugar.
Blend in lemon juice and rind.
Cook in double boiler over simmering water, stirring constantly until think, 5 to 8 minutes.
Set aside to cool.
Whip heavy cream, and sweeten with ½ teaspoon of vanilla and powdered sugar to taste.
Spread half the cream over the crust to the edge.
Spread lemon custard over the cream and top with the remaining cream.
Chill 4 hours or overnight.
This recipe may be doubled using a 9×13 pan. She also usually did using a glass rather than metal pan.
My mom usually made the doubled recipe and it’s great for after a heavy meal like Thanksgiving or Christmas. This was one of my favourite birthday desserts if I didn’t want cake.
He’s the one with the phone on his right.
Every once in awhile I entertain my dream of the world’s weirdest shop. It would be a bakery but would only bake my family’s recipes which are mostly cookies and some fantastic desserts and pastries. There would be no bread or everyday things unless I was in the mood to bake them and not every cookie every day, maybe five of them. I’d have a different scone recipe every day of the week but maybe treacle scones every day because they’re my favourite.
There would be a comfortable sitting area where you could get tea but only my favourites and NO LIPTON. You want that, you don’t want to come here because you have no taste. I’d have big comfy chairs that have been heavily Scotch-guarded™ so you didn’t have to worry about spills and hardwood floors so they are easy to sweep. And it would have to have ottomans.
There would be a used book corner so you could grab a book and sit and read if you didn’t want to chat with friends. It would be supplied with cozy mysteries, fantasy and science fiction and books on philosophy and spirituality. A corner with toys and books for kids and maybe a small science center so they could do experiments and use my old microscope and build volcanoes.
There would be some craft supplies like beading materials and embroidery, crocheting, spinning and knitting things to make afghans and small things that you could pick up and do and then leave for the next person and we could donate what is made to a women’s shelter.
Arts and crafts on the walls from my friends that were available for sale in a rotating art gallery. It could be photos or glass or jewelry or painting or masks or anything that people were making that was interesting.
And an open area in the center for meetings and classes and the occasional Circle with more chairs and a huge craft table. I’d use my grandmother’s dining table that’s in storage that seats 16.
There would be no television and if you want to make a cell phone call you go outside with the smokers. There would be no personal music players allowed or aloud. If you want to tune out the world you don’t come here.
I told you it would be a weird shoppe. Leave your shoes at the door and come in and put your feet up. And on Sunday, there would be foot massage and reflexology.