How does Pavlova find itself on the table of an Irish meal? Well, if you’re my friend Jenn, whose husband moved to Ireland when he was a little boy, from New Zealand, it’s totally normal.
While we were in Ireland, we shared a number of amazing meals. We had fresh mussels and fish curry,
roasted chicken with spuds in jackets, pasties, fish and chips, cinnamon twists
and a roasted lamb dinner that made me fall in love with my husband all over again!
Our hostess Jenn, began cracking eggs and separating them. With a baby on her hip and a well loved recipe, she flitted around her kitchen like an Irish fairy. She showed Baker Boy just how Pavlova is done.
She baked it nice and slow, finished it with whipped cream, grated milk chocolate and fresh kiwi. Then proceeded to slice generous wedges of white cloud goodness. It melted in our mouths. I’d never had Pavlova before, but I will be making it for my family. And in true Irish tradition, will serve it with a bottle of Belfast Black.
Coming together at the table, bringing family recipes, talent in the kitchen and great conversation, is a LoveFeast indeed.
What are your favorite moments at the table?
