FLOATING
ISLAND Remembered
By
Polly Guerin
Oeufs
a la Neige (“eggs in snow”)
Where
do I go to escape?
It’s
dessert for goodness sake
I
seek it here I seek it there
Its
frosty white, floats on air
Oeufs
a la Neige, eggs in snow
A
tempting dessert this I know
The
white of eggs beaten to a froth
Originally
egg shapes were the source
The
whites shaped with two spoons
Or
poured into a mould so groomed
Meringues
floating on crème anglaise
Tempts
the palate like je me plait
It
melts in your mouth and did I tell
It’s
drizzled with nuts and caramel
I’m
craving this tempting treat
No
other dessert can beat
Floating
Islands take my breath away
I’ll
just have to wait for another day.
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