Ironic Desserts

To dinner in Cambridge with the Herr Doktor Professor & his lady the Nutritional Goddess. The Nutritional Goddess has clearly not entirely cast off her days of 1970s decadence because she announced she'd be serving an old-fashioned dessert - with an ironic touch. To the company's delight she duly produced a genuine Baked Alaska, something I'd not tasted in 30 years. The ice-cream within was cryogenically preserved, the meringue light and beautifully baked. This magnificent confection led the Herr Doktor Professor to suggest that the next time Sir Ranulph Twistleton-Wykeham-Fiennes Fuchs off to the Arctic to have his bits frozen off he ought to first achieve thermostasis by having himself dipped in whipped egg-whites and lightly toasted with a blow-torch.
Let's hope the polar bears don't have a sweet tooth . . . .