Macarons & Me

I lived in France a few months, and I was having a late lunch with a classmate. For dessert, the waiter offered us a small plate of macarons. I kindly declined, as I never had one and didn’t think that they would be good at all. Isn’t that crazy?! See, at first glance there was nothing fancy about these cookies. There were four colored circle sandwiches with something in between each cookie, just sitting on a plate. I was used to the eye teasing desserts all over Parisians patisseries, and the macarons were not enticing my sweet tooth.

My friend looked at me like I was nuts, and quickly retracted my answer and asked the waiter to leave the macarons. “Wait, you’ve NEVER had a macaron? You’ve been living in Paris since January and NEVER ate one?!” She was shocked. Ashamed that I had now broken a cardinal rule in France, I tried a macaron. It changed my life. The crisp outside cracked when I bit into it, and the sticky middle danced in my mouth. I had underestimated these cookies, and little did I know that even calling a macaron a cookie is a sin!

I love macarons. I love EVERYTHING about making macarons, tasting macarons, and gifting macarons. I have spent the last 10 years searching and loving macarons. Now I get to share all that these dessert jewels have done for me with you, aside from gaining a few pounds and taking all my cash monies.