In the morning I had wondered what ever had happened to Café Ursula's meringues because I hadn't seen them for ages. And so, when I looked in and discovered a pile of them on the counter, I felt it was the finger of destiny pointing.

I just had to document this:

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But what is a tidy and civilised way of eating a giant meringue? Well, I'm not civilised: I grabbed it with two hands and bit.