Woohoooo!

I am delerious and beside myself. Why? Finally, after days of frustration, I have achieved... PEAKS!
I have successfully whipped the first eggwhite of my adult life. I used to do it all the time when I was a kid, but lately I decided to give it another whirl and ended up only with a watery, separated mess in the bowl and a scowl on my face. I was beginning to think either that I'd lost my egg-white whupping mojo or that xylitol just doesn't work for making the elusive peaks. Even though I have an assignment on RDI's, EAR's, AMDR (Acceptable macronutrient distribution range) and so on due on Tuesday, I just had to do some research into what makes an egg white go all stiff. I learned that first you have to treat them carefully. They can't be too cold, you can't have a trace of yolk or any fat residue on the bowl or beating device, you probably won't succeed in a plastic bowl and you have to start the beating slowly. Then you have to balance those niceties with a bit of the rough. You add some acid (for example, vinegar) to break up the protein and you abrade it by adding the sugar (or in my case, xylitol), as the beating is in progress. Then you have to hold your tongue in a particular formation and, voila!, peaks. Nb: that is my nieces artwork on the paper under the bowl. You don't have to say it, I know... total genius, you saw it here first.

And, what am I making with this eggy masterpiece? Um.... that would be tomorrows breakfast...


I had an idea that I could, you know, blend some berries and add some cocoa, some FOS and some gelatin in hot water then fold in some eggwhites and xylitol and it might work out interesting overnight. It's got berries, protein... I'll let you know how it works out. I don't think I'll put the recipe on Sana because it's got raw egg-whites in it and for sure someone would sue me for giving them instructions on how to catch Salmonella. I've experienced Campylobacter once before by eating a chicken salad from a kebab shop. Ye gads, that had it's interesting moments. I passed out in the washouse (which was where I spent most of my illness, seeing that the loo happened to be there) and miraculously aimed myself just right so that my head connected firmly with the sharp corner of the washing machine on the descent. My Grandmother found me with blood all over my face and neither of us knew what had happened! However, I survived it and lived on to eat raw egg-whites ocassionally. I can't say for sure if this is sane... maybe all the study is warping my mind.