Bubbles, air, foam, transforming liquid into semi-solid. At the beach in Breezy Point for a winter walk recently, I was tickled to watch a little blob of bubbles scamper across the sand as the wind blew it along. The ocean was just a little wild that day, nothing too crazy, though the tide was strong enough to have churned up sea foam. It was delicate as a feather, sitting there at the water’s edge. It occurred to me that it looked almost exactly like beaten egg whites, whisked full of air, dotted with bubbles large and small, ready to be pouffed up into a high bouffant once the bubbles are tiny enough. I was reminded of all this when I made meringues the other day, the recipe for which I will post tomorrow.