torta de merengue.

We can see it now: Clara’s abuela, standing in her cool stone and ceramic kitchen in CΓ³rdoba, worn white apron tied around her waist, slowly, ever so slowly, patiently, ever so patiently, pouring a steady, remarkably steady, thin stream of sparkling white sugar into a bowlful of mountainous egg whites. She makes it seem effortless, and in some ways it is, having done it so … Continue reading torta de merengue.

dulce de membrillo (quince paste).

Late October brings an interesting addition to stands heaped with orange squashes and red apples at the Greenmarkets in New York: aΒ  strange green fruit, seemingly under-ripened,Β  knobby and oddly leathery, with just the faintest unidentifiable smell of sweetness. Few farmers carry this elusive fruit, and finding one is an annual mission of ours. The fruit is quince, or membrillo. And we got lucky last … Continue reading dulce de membrillo (quince paste).