Hedgehogs, Grizzlies, and Trout . . . Oh My

Around 10:20 p.m. last Friday, I was standing in my parents’ kitchen, despairing over a bowl of half-beaten egg whites.

For those of you who’ve been following my baking column recently, you’ll remember I tackled macarons a few weeks ago. That adventure gave me some confidence in the meringue department, so it was with great anticipation and far too little concern that I started on my sister’s baby-shower cake that Friday evening.