After a rough start, leaving the mandolin, apple corer, icing sugar and milk at home, Moomsy saved the day with her improvisation skills and Woolies drive-by and everything seemed to be on track. I didn't bang anything about, I was annaul with the measurements, my peaks were stiff (egg whites that is) and we'd fingered the rim just like George said to. 15 mins later, when they were golden, we took 'em out just like the recipe said (first pic) and I stuffed my face with one. VERY tasty, but texture was a bit like raw cake. We popped the remaining three back in the oven and they grew like they were on roids. Amazing. I thought we'd nailed it and expected Masterchef to come bursting through the kitchen window and invite me to be their guest chef in the finale. 15 minutes later...boom. They collapse. Listen, you can't say they don't have character and hell, with the amount of butter, sugar and liqueur in there, i assure you they taste like heaven. The just look a little like an elderly man's ball sack (i've been told).
Recipe can be found here if you want to have a crack.
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