This is another dessert painting currently residing in the Art League closet. I've always had a fondness for meringues. When I was a kid, it was the only dessert I was allowed to eat. Mother apparently thought the absence of fat content made the treat acceptable. (I had weekly weigh-ins with one or both parents in attendance. I can't blame them, I was a lying sneak.) Flash forward several decades. I was in Carrara, Italy with Danni Dawson's workshop on a Sunday. After we'd visited the marble quarries, we were famished. We searched in vain for a ristorante. We passed a Pasticceria with meringues in the window. They, too, were closed, but a girl can dream.