When I was little, the Episcopal Church of the Nativity had a vacation Bible school that centered around “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.” I was probably under six, but I don’t really know how old I really was. I could probably find it in one of my mom’s photo albums from then, but I don’t know.
Anyway, there was much discussion about what Turkish Delight actually was. On the last day of the VBS, we were all supposed to bring our particular Turkish Delight.
Most kids brought M&Ms or Oreos or Pixie Stix or something equally pedestrian.
Always the overachiever, I had my mom whip up (literally) a batch of chocolate chip meringues. No joke. My mother is/was a very patient woman, obviously. Not that meringues are difficult to make, but she doesn’t like to bake and I made her do it, rather than letting her take the easy way out and just go to Kroger like everyone else.
Plain meringues? Not so much. But the ones with little mini chocolate chips in them? Heavenly. I’ll eat them until I start to feel bad. Kind of like the relationship I have with strawberries.
What’s your Turkish Delight?