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Our Rich Heritage, 11a: Lemon Snow Pudding

Ingredients

1 envelope unflavored gelatine

3/4 cup sugar

Dash salt

3/4 cup boiling water

1 teaspoon grated lemon peel

1/4 cup lemon juice

3 egg whites

Custard sauce (card 16a) or whipped cream

1)In large bowl, sprinkle gelatine over 1/2 cup cold water to soften. Add 1/2 cup sugar, salt, and boiling water. Stir to dissolve gelatine.

2)Add lemon peel and juice, mixing well.

3)Refrigerate until consistency of unbeaten egg whites - about 1 hour.

4)Beat egg whites until foamy. Gradually add remaining sugar, beating well after each addition. Continue beating until soft peaks form when beater is raised.

5)Beat gelatine mixture until foamy. With rubber scrapper, using under-and-over motion, gently fold beaten egg whites into gelatine mixture until well combined.

6)Turn mixture into 1-quart mold;refrigerate until firm - several hours or overnight. Meanwhile, make Custard Sauce (card 16a) if desired.

7)To unmold: Run small spatula around edge of mold. Invert into serving platter; shake gently to release. If necessary, place a hot, damp dishcloth over the mold; shake again to release. Deserve with Custard Sauce or whipped cream.

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