A couple of weeks ago, newlywed man ordered a Lemon Meringue Pie from me, to surprise his new wife on her birthday. Awww, how sweet is that. But subsequently, he changed his mind, because the thought of something sour on a birthday didn't seem appropriate, although for the record, I think a LMP is perfect, coz the solid base represents a solid foundation, the zesty lemon represents a zest for life, the bright yellow represents cheerfulness, and the sweet light fluffy meringue, represents sweetness in life.
Nevertheless, I failed to convince him, and he wanted a Strawberry Meringue Pie instead. Fine, I thought, how hard can that be. Anyway, the cake order was for Monday, and I was away in Kampar on the weekend, and only got back on Sunday. I assumed that it wouldn't be hard to find a recipe for strawberry meringue, but I was wrong, and I couldn't find any suitable ones. So, I mentally conjured up this image.
That symbol next to the word crust is Pi, in case yall have forgotten your add math.
So ah, a lot of work right. Three different textures, a crispy(?) pie crust, a semi soft meringue, and a light strawberry cream but not quite mousse thingo. The first inkling of a disaster was, the quantity of strawberries. My original punnet, which was made into a puree for the cream, was NOT ENOUGH. I could barely taste the strawberry in the cream. Anyway, had to rectify that asap.
The next morning, I realised the cream hadn't really set. Now at this point, alarm bells were going off in my head, but it being monday morning and all, ....(plus I had another carrot cake to ice), I knew I should add some gelatine to the cream, but I am generally averse to gelatine, unless absolutely necessary, so I though, ah well, I'm sure it'll set. Therein lies the principle that a man who builds his house on sandy ground can expect a landslide. Sure enough, the piake (cross between a pie and a cake) didn't set properly, and was resembling a stunted mount vesuvius. I chucked the whole thing in the freezer, (after I got back from work) and just prayed for the best, as I left instruction with the wife not to accept any money when hubby boy came to collect the piake. (pronounced pie ache)
Of course, I got an sms from a friend later on that night, saying, "oh, we just had your putrajaya strawberry souffle"....huh? "Putrajaya", I ask. "Yup, landslide", was his reply. Aiyo, I feel soooo bad. Hey Hey Miss Ley, I'll make it up to ya one dey okay.
Conclusion: It's also not economically viable to make anything with strawberries, unless you are either willing to skimp, OR are willing to pay a fortune. I think the next time I go to a temperate country, and if strawberries are cheap, I am gonna buy them in bulk, puree them, bottle it and bring back and freeze. Can ah?