There are many things I love and most of them are not sweet, literally or figuratively. I have a simple aversion to objects, concepts, colors and people that are cute, or sweet or too, too blechy-silly-girly.
And, well, I can't tell you how many arguments I have had with people over my teeth-grinding, vitriolic insistence that dreaded symmetry--so often found in tandem with cute and sweet things-- must be eradicted from the earth.
One is my own child prancing with dirty feet in these tutus we made together (letting a 4-year-old determined to "help" pin 10 yards of tulle?--not intrinsically fun. You must choose to be joyous above aggravation for the greater good, in that one).
Another is a Floating Island Dessert, the kind with the crazy-beautiful Spun Sugar.
"A floating island is a French dessert consisting of an 'island' of meringue floating in a "sea" of Crème anglaise....It is prepared from whipped egg whites, whose chunks are briefly cooked, and then scuttled into vanilla-flavored custard cream." (Wikipedia)
Aside from the fact that I just plain LOVE the word "scuttled," what's not to like?
The spun sugar crown on this floating island (oh, Martha) is made with beeswax from ebeehoney.com ( a site with all kinds of unbelievable, bee-borne things I covet). It's like a plate of delicate live power lines down; it's gorgeous. But other Floating Islands I've encountered with the sugar are equally, eerily intriguing--and can lure me to otherwise neglected dessert.I think both of these--the tutu and the wild, spun-sugar island--meet the same criteria, blowing mere cute or sweetness out of the creme anglaise:
A little wild, fragile, asymmetrical, exact results unrepeatable. Much more impressive than the sum of its parts (eggs, cream, sugar, tulle, patience)
Sweet, but not too sweet,
Dirty feet.
Trick-or-Treat!

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