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The Poached Pear Pavlova

There are times in one’s life, when words fail to describe the depth and emotion one feels when facing perfection that is awe-inspiring and from the depths of their being, all that comes out is utmost respect and gratitude for the person who provided said object of admiration. 

The Poached Pear’s Yasha Siddiqi won my heart with his lemon meringue pie. He took my breath away with the Grand Pavlova. 

I had snuck behind my father’s back (Sorry Abu!) to place an order with The Poached Pear for a dinner party tonight, since his love for desi desserts knows no bounds and he isn’t fond of trying new things. 
It was delivered via Delivery Chacha, and there was absolutely NO damage done to the presentation. That picture below is what was delivered to me. 

Needless to say, this baby left the gajar ka halwa, ras malai and fruit waaaaayyyyyy behind in the dust. No, the dust’s dust. The meringue was light, airy, cloudy marshmallowy soft on the inside and crispy that melts-in-your-mouth on the outside. The custard was sweet and tart all at the same time. The fruits on top were fresh, juicy, the kiwi giving it the perfect kick with the pear and pomegranate providing a little crunch. 


I had thought I’d bring it to work to share with my friends tomorrow, but what can I tell ya? Guest went back for seconds, then thirds. It was gone. Finished. Not a crumb left. I was lucky to get one serving. This baby sufficiently fed a group of 20 people. Priced at 2500 rupees, it is ridonkulously reasonable. 
The love that went into creating this masterpiece of a pavlova is safely tucked away in 20 very happy bellies. It converted a pavlova hater into a pavlova lover! 

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