Widow’s kisses or Grown-ups’ meringues

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We needed biscuits and we needed biscuits badly.  I go through stages where I don’t make anything sweet because “I’m too fat” or “They are bad for us” or a similar wimpish  reason.  I don’t know why I refrain.  When there is nothing sweet in the house, we just go on a rampage searching here and there for anything remotely sweet.  We have even been known to eat cooking chocolate when things were desperate. Continue reading