The Lemon Meringue Experiment

A couple friends of ours are pregnant with their first kid, so my sister, Reine (11), decided to make little lemon meringue cupcake things called "creamy lemon delights" (That's a pretty risky name...kind of like naming your kid "Awesome" or "Bodacious", you're really setting the bar higher up than you should). I'd been eyeing the three spares left in the kitchen for hours. One was definitely mine, but I'd been feeling the start of a bad cold and so had been debating whether or not to give in to the lemony delight of creamy cupcake-shaped mush piles sitting on the counter.
I ended up trying one of them as my siblings came home. It was a confusing experience.

Phil (9) decided right away that it was crap. Reine and I, on the other hand, couldn't actually make up our minds. In my head it wasn't worth eating; squishy and warm lemon mush with the consistency of gelatin gone wrong, but once it was in my mouth...it wasn't actually so bad. This cycle of "ew", "yum", "ew", "yum", eventually turned into "hm, let's refrigerate it" and a hasty nodded agreement.

Now the little squishy semi-delights sit half-eaten in the fridge, just waiting for the chance to plague us with some sort of almost-delicious aftertaste.