RecipeMuncher

Churning litre upon litre of ice cream had one predictable surprise: abundant quantities of abandoned egg whites. Abandoned, but not for long. Unfortunately, as it was at the start of my month-o-phlegmy-grossness, my culinary fantasies of macarons, marshmallows and coconut macaroons-on-their-ways-to-becoming-home-made-Bounty-bars were not to be. I was (and still am) tired, and not yearning to be creative or daring or even interesting. I also didn’t want to bin (or shall I say pour out) th (...)