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Baked Alaska The Dessert, Not The State

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A large lakeside resort complex on Green Island in Lake George, New York, featuring white buildings with brown roofs, outdoor pools, landscaped grounds, and a long dock extending into the lake. The resort is surrounded by dense green forest and distant mountains under a clear sky.

Growing Up a Resort Town Kid

Here we go again, falling down the nostalgia rabbit hole.

A friend of mine posted some vacation photos on Instagram, and one of them was captioned Sagamore Hotel. I immediately dropped him a note: Is that the Sagamore on Lake George? The one on Green Island in Bolton Landing?

When he said yes, they were vacationing there, I of course responded, That’s my hometown! Not the Sagamore itself, of course, but Bolton Landing. To this day it still surprises me when anyone says they know where it is. Everyone has heard of Lake George, but not Bolton Landing.

But I’m getting off track.

The Sagamore was a big convention hotel when I was growing up. They catered to business conferences, and then came the “social season,” when the rich folks from New York City arrived to enjoy the lake. That’s how us locals thought of them. After all, we couldn’t afford to stay at The Sagamore — so obviously the people who did must be rich, right? It was just one of those unspoken small‑town truths.

A spacious hotel lobby with rustic décor, featuring a large round wooden table with decorative vases, comfortable seating areas with earth‑tone armchairs and sofas, stone tile flooring, framed photos on the wall, and a mounted deer head creating a cozy lodge‑style atmosphere.

 

I had a summer job working with the local photographer. Mostly it meant sitting in the lobby next to a display board of photos and taking orders, but occasionally he’d bring me along for banquet night as his assistant. My job was simple: keep the film cartridges loaded and ready to hand over fast. This was especially important when the banquet started.

 

 

All the diners would be seated, and then the kitchen doors swung open. White‑suited chefs and waiters paraded in with huge trays balanced on their shoulders. And coming up the rear was the pièce de résistance — the flaming Baked Alaska. It was always quite a spectacle.

A row of formally dressed servers carrying dome‑shaped Baked Alaska desserts with browned meringue and small blue flames on top, presenting them in a coordinated procession during a banquet. The warm lighting and flames create a dramatic, celebratory atmosphere.

I had no idea then what Baked Alaska actually was, except that it was a dessert that made a grand entrance in flames. Imagine my surprise when I eventually learned it was basically ice cream. What? Doesn’t it melt?

I’m older now and a bit more kitchen‑wise, but I still don’t know if I’m brave enough to try this retro dessert.

Are you?

A Little History Before We Get to the Recipe

Baked Alaska goes all the way back to the mid‑1800s, when chefs were experimenting with the science of heat insulation. The idea was almost comical: wrap ice cream in a thick layer of meringue, then blast it with high heat. The meringue acts like a fluffy winter coat, protecting the frozen center.

The dessert became famous at Delmonico’s Restaurant in New York City, where chef Charles Ranhofer originallyA close-up slice of Baked Alaska showing layers of sponge cake, chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream, all covered in a thick coating of toasted meringue with golden-brown peaks. called it Alaska, Florida — cold inside, hot outside. Over time the name evolved into Baked Alaska, and restaurants began presenting it with full theatrical flair: dimmed lights, flaming rum, and waiters parading it through the dining room like royalty.

That’s the version I saw at the Sagamore — the classic banquet‑hall Baked Alaska, flaming and dramatic and absolutely unforgettable.

But the classic version is… well… a production. So here’s a simplified, home‑friendly version that gives you the magic without the stress.

🍨 Simplified Baked Alaska (Home-Friendly Version)

Ingredients

  • 1 pound cake (store‑bought works perfectly)
  • 1 pint ice cream (any flavor you love)
  • 3 large egg whites
  • ½ cup sugar
  • ½ teaspoon vanilla extract
  • Pinch of salt

Instructions

  1. Prepare the base: Cut the pound cake into a circle or square slightly larger than your ice cream dome. Place it on a parchment‑lined baking sheet.
  2. Add the ice cream: Scoop the ice cream into a rounded mound on top of the cake. Freeze for at least 1 hour so it’s firm.
  3. Make the meringue: Beat egg whites and salt until foamy. Gradually add sugar and vanilla. Continue beating until stiff, glossy peaks form.
  4. Cover completely: Spread the meringue over the ice cream and cake, making sure it’s sealed with no gaps. This insulation is what keeps the ice cream from melting.
  5. Bake quickly: Bake at 500°F for 3–5 minutes, just until the meringue is golden. (Or use a kitchen torch for even easier browning.)
  6. Serve immediately: Slice and enjoy the magic — warm meringue outside, cold ice cream inside.

A dome-shaped Baked Alaska covered in toasted meringue with golden-brown peaks, sitting on a decorative plate with fresh strawberries blurred in the background.

Final Thoughts

So there you have it — a little Baked Alaska nostalgia. It’s one of those retro desserts that deserves a comeback. Meringue and ice cream? Yes, please.

 

Mystical, Magical, Velvet Nights

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Night sky with the Milky Way over Lake George NY

Car traveling on a dirt road with dust billowing out behind itGrowing Up on Dusty Roads

I grew up a country girl. In fact, the name of my blog — Arounddustyroads — comes straight from childhood. Most of the roads around our house were dirt back then. Paving came later. I rode my horse along those back roads, learned to drive on them, and carry a lifetime of memories of dust billowing behind the car as we rattled our way home.

 

The Five Seasons of Country LifeCar stuck in mud during spring mud season

Where I grew up, we didn’t just have spring, summer, fall, and winter. We had a fifth season: mud season. During the spring thaw, the roads turned into deep, sticky traps. Getting stuck in a snowbank was annoying — but getting stuck in the mud was a whole different level of misery. You learned quickly where the ruts were, where the ground was soft, and how far you could push your luck.

dark night sky with milky wayA Sky Without Streetlights

I don’t get home much these days, but one thing hasn’t changed: there still aren’t any streetlights where I lived. That mattered. Without them, the night sky was extraordinary — a deep velvet blackness with the Milky Way slashing across it like a river of stars.

We’d lie on the lawn and look for constellations. Orion with his bright belt. The Big Dipper, always easy to find. The sky felt endless, ancient, and close enough to touch.

The Perseids and Leonids: Childhood Ritualsmeteor or shooting star streaks across the sku with milkly way in the background

Watching the Perseids in August was almost a ritual. We’d call out the shooting stars — There’s one! I saw two! So excited, so full of wishes. You could make a hundred wishes on a good night.

The Leonids came in November. We saw them too, but we didn’t stand around outside to watch. November in the Adirondacks is no place to linger.

The Aurora We Rarely Saw

The one wonder we didn’t see often was the aurora. The Northern Lights belong to the northern sky, and we were just a little too far south. My parents told stories of pulling the car over to watch the lights dance, but I must have been very young — I don’t remember it myself.

These days, the aurora seems to be creeping farther south. My weather app lights up with headlines: Aurora visible in Maine. Northern Lights reach New York. But here, with all the city lights, I still haven’t seen them.

Northern lights dancing in the night sky

A Wish Still Waiting

I don’t know how many trips my old bones still have left, but I’d like to see the aurora before I die. I went to Alaska once, but it was the wrong time of year. No lights. Alaskans say the aurora sings — that the dancing curtains of color make music.

I’d love to hear it someday.

Glass igloos with Northern LightsSleeping Under the Northern Lights

There’s one dream I hold close: sleeping in a glass igloo in Finland, watching the Northern Lights from bed. Imagine vacationing in an igloo — already magical — but a glass igloo, where the whole night sky becomes your ceiling. If the aurora appeared, you wouldn’t miss a second of it.

Just… wow.

Have You Seen the Sky Dance?

Have you ever watched the night sky light up with dancing colors and more stars than you could ever count? Where were you, and when?

Like most things in nature, we can never be sure when something wonderful will show up. But when it does, it stays with you forever.

Sanding in the light of the night sky enjoying the wonders of nature

 

Lake Monsters of the Adirondacks: My Family’s Monster‑Free Record

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Beautiful Lake George surrounded by lush green hills, framed by leafy branches in the foreground, with a small sailboat visible on the water under a clear sky.

Growing Up Between Two Monster Lakes

My family has spent a lot of time on the two Adirondack lakes most famous for monster sightings. My mother grew up in Ticonderoga, right between Lake George and Lake Champlain, and I spent my childhood on Lake George. We used to road‑trip to Vermont and often took the ferry across Lake Champlain. If Champ was going to make an appearance, we were giving him every opportunity.

He never did. My mother never saw him either. Not even a suspicious ripple.

Champ is the celebrity cryptid of the region — the Adirondack Nessie — and people have been reporting sightings since the 1800s. Meanwhile, my family crossed that lake so many times we practically deserved a loyalty punch card, and still: nothing. Not even a polite bubble.

Champ: The Famous Monster Who Never Showed Up

Champ gets all the attention. Books, documentaries, blurry photos, breathless eyewitness accounts — he’s the star of Lake Champlain. And yet, despite all those ferry crossings, neither my mother nor I ever saw anything that even hinted at a lake monster.

Plenty of waves. Plenty of logs. Zero monsters.

Georgie: The Lake George Monster We All Joked About

Lake George has a monster too, though it’s a much quieter legend. Growing up, we kids always joked about “Georgie,” the Lake George lake monster. I assumed Georgie was just the local version of Champ — a long‑necked creature lurking in the deep water, ready to pop up and terrify boaters.

 

I never knew Georgie had an actual origin story. Apparently most people don’t, because Georgie tends to get lumped in with Champ and Nessie as if he’s part of the same folklore family.

He isn’t.

The Wild, Forgotten Origin Story of Georgie

Georgie was a hoax — and a spectacular one.

Back in 1904, painter Harry Watrous built a ten‑foot lake monster out of a cedar log, complete with a skinny neck, big eyes, a wide mouth, and hemp‑rope whiskers. He created it to get revenge on a newspaper editor who had tricked him with a fake giant trout.

Watrous anchored his monster in Hague Bay and rigged it with a pulley system so he could make it rise dramatically out of the water whenever he felt like causing chaos.

And he did.

Panicked boaters, screaming passengers, parasol attacks — Georgie caused absolute mayhem. Watrous revived the monster again in 1934 just to “spoof the world” one more time. The original Georgie still exists and lives at the historical museum in Hague.

None of this made it into the version of Georgie I grew up with. To us, Georgie was just the Lake George monster — the one we joked about while swimming or boating, the one we pretended might be lurking under the dock. The prank faded, but the idea stuck.

My Family’s Real Lake Sightings (Everything Except Monsters)

And despite all that time on the lake, I never saw Georgie. My mother never saw Georgie. And my brother — who has spent more time on Lake George than anyone I know — has never seen Georgie.

This is impressive, because my brother has seen everything else.

He’s seen rattlesnakes swimming across Lake George. The lake’s had rabid beavers. He’s seen deer swimming across the lake like they’re training for a triathlon. He’s seen strange wakes, odd shadows, weird currents, and fog that makes the lake look like a horror movie set. There have even been water spouts!

Island Camping: Prime Monster Hours, Still No Monsters

My brother also camps out on the Lake George islands during the summer, which means he’s out there at night — prime monster hours. If Georgie were real, my brother would have had front‑row seats.

But no. Not a single monster sighting.

If Monsters Exist, They’re Avoiding Us

Between Champ and Georgie, the Adirondacks are supposedly home to two lake monsters. My family has spent generations swimming, boating, camping, ferrying, and occasionally dodging rabid beavers — and we’ve never seen one. Not even a hint.

If the monsters are out there, they’re clearly shy… or they’ve decided my family isn’t worth the trouble.

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Moose on the Loose- A WMEO Breaking News Alert

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled scrolling to bring you this Breaking Wildlife News Alert.

🚨 WMEO 9 BREAKING NEWS ALERT — Moose on the Loose in Queensbury, NY🚨

Dateline: Queensbury, New York As if rabid beavers weren’t enough for the Adirondack region this week, WMEO 9 is now tracking a young moose tearing down a residential street in Queensbury — and yes, we have video.

A young moose races down a paved road in Queensbury, New York, walking past a vehicle. The moose is mid‑stride with trees and greenery in the background, creating a clear wildlife‑on‑the‑road scene.

Residents reported a “large, fast, and extremely confused” moose galloping past mailboxes, lawn flamingos, and at least one inflatable pool toy. The animal appeared healthy, energetic, and fully committed to whatever mission it was on.

Local officials are reminding the public to give moose plenty of space, avoid approaching, and absolutely do not attempt to interview it for WMEO.

Banner is reportedly shouting,

“THIS IS NOT A DRILL — THAT IS A LOT OF ANTLERS.”

Balboa has taken shelter under the WMEO news desk and is refusing to come out until the moose situation has been downgraded from “chaotic” to “mildly concerning.”

Moose still at large — Balboa remains under desk.”

This Has been a WMEO 9 Breaking News Update WMEO — We Meow, You Listen.

More updates as the WMEO newsroom continues monitoring this developing wildlife saga.

 

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WMEO Breaking News Alert: Rabid Beaver at Lake George

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Now from the feline news desk at WMEO 9 — We Meow, You Listen — we bring you the latest update on the rabid beaver situation in beautiful Lake George, NY.

Dateline: Turtle Island, Lake George, New York The WMEO newsroom is issuing an urgent wildlife safety alert after a rabid beaver attacked swimmers on July 4th. The victims fought off the animal and were transported for hospital treatment, including post‑exposure rabies shots.

A dead beaver was later recovered . The beaver subsequently tested positive for rabies.

Story credit: WPTZ NewsChannel 5.

Rabid beavers are extremely rare. Cape Cod has had rabid raccoons in the past, and officials believe this beaver may have contracted rabies from a raccoon. Rare doesn’t mean impossible — and this incident is a reminder that wildlife can behave unpredictably when sick.

WMEO Newsroom Reaction

Banner’s Response

Banner immediately leapt onto the anchor desk, puffed up like a tiny orange emergency beacon, and announced:

“I knew beavers were suspicious! This is why I don’t swim. Water is plotting things.”

He then attempted to draw a “danger map” of Lake George using a paw dipped in tuna juice. It was… interpretive at best.

Balboa’s Response

Balboa froze mid‑snack, eyes wide, tail tucked, and whispered:

“Rabid… beavers? Deborah, I’m staying inside forever. I’ll just live in my box.”

He checked the WMEO garden cam three times to ensure no beavers were approaching the house.

WMEO Safety Bulletin

While the newsroom cats are spiraling, here’s the real takeaway:

  • Never approach wildlife, even if it looks calm or curious.
  • Leave swimming animals alone — especially if they’re behaving strangely.
  • Report unusual or aggressive behavior to local authorities.
  • Rabies is fatal if untreated, so post‑exposure shots are essential.
  • Any mammal can carry rabies, even species we don’t normally associate with it.

Nature is beautiful — but it’s also wild, and sometimes dangerous.

WMEO Closing Note

Banner has issued a formal statement demanding “protective floaties for all cats.” Balboa has requested “a beaver‑free perimeter around Turtle Island.” Both requests have been denied.

Stay safe out there, friends. Respect wildlife. And remember: if a beaver starts swimming toward you with purpose… exit the water immediately.

A beaver swimming in calm water with its wet head and upper body visible above the surface, surrounded by ripples and floating leaves.

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This has been a WMEO 9 New Update!