Pavlova with Strawberry Cream
If love had to be represented by a fruit, I think strawberries would do the job really well. For one, they are rarely available. Next, most of the ones you do find are bruised and may even have one or more happy worms within, not something to be happy about unless you are a worm yourself. You hear everyone raving about them, the juiciness, the sweetness, the looks, but when you bite into one, you realize they are just blah. Highly over rated. And lastly, they turn out to be more expensive that lots of other simpler fruits. (I am of course talking about the strawberries available here in Bangalore, perhaps they are much better elsewhere? Or is that what everyone thinks?)
Anyway, I am not a fan of the fruit, but qya loves them. (Young and carefree, what does he know?) When he spotted strawberries on our last shopping trip, he squealed happily and batted his eyelashes at me just the right number of times, convincing me to give the fruit one more chance. We turned over a couple of boxes