As a child, I was certain my future involved royalty. My head was the perfect shape to cushion a diamond studded tiara. My pinky practically jumped up in the presence of a scone and teacup. And my prince-I knew-was waiting. I would be riding my horse through the treacherous hills of the Alabama pines when, suddenly, my spooked horse would buck me off into the ominous rolling waves of the mighty river. Just when I was losing hope-certain my death was near-my prince would arrive on his white horse to save me and take me to his castle. And then, of course, we would live happily ever after.
While this particular dream has died, I still carry a little royal-wishing around in my heart. You see, I have this other dream now. A dream of one day being the White House chef. I’ll carry breakfast baskets of hot, buttery croissants and banana-scented bran muffins to the Oval Office where the future leaders of America and Afghanistan are in quite a heated discussion. Then, as the smell of sweet spices and fresh bread fill the air, the mood begins to shift. The presidents begin to laugh as they both tear into the ricotta mascarpone danishes, dipping them into the same jar of house-made red currant jam. And then, just like that, there is peace.
Eton Mess is a classic English picnic dessert that got its name from the prestigious Eton College, which boasts alumns such as Prince William and Harry. It is also Prince William’s favorite dessert according to Carolyn Robb- royal chef for 11 years and someone I hope to mimic one day. Robb said that when she was just 5 years old, she told her dad she was going to work for the Queen one day. And she did. Proof, you see, that my childhood dreams just may come true.
Eton Mess is a delicious, delicate thing. With three layers consisting of crisp, velvety and tart, I fail to see a possible wrong happening here. The delicate, crisp and chewy meringue serves as a plateau for dollops of sweet vanilla diplomat cream, encasing ribbons of fragile berries. Its assembly boasts a crown-like concoction that you can’t help but want to eat on a blanket in the grass. I am quite certain that it will be my dessert of Spring-the one that I carefully assemble-only to take down in giant, lusty bites. Make this delicious English treat and I am sure yall will feel the same way as I do. Enjoy!