I have a confession to make. I have never really fancied macarons.
These lovely looking little pastel beauties that have boomed and taken over the world where cupcakes used to reign, simply does not do it for me. It's just way too sweet and sugary. And believe me, I like a fair bit of sugar.
Friends, foes and random strangers have however all told me that if I try a macaron from French luxury baker Ladurée it would both blow my mind and change it.
Through some level of divine intervention, my lovely friend Gollum (oh yes, there is a story there) took time out of his busy schedule as a dad to come and celebrate my 29th birthday and bring me a whole little case of colourful Ladurée goodies on behalf of him, the girlfriend and their gorgeous little guy at home. Not only did they help me with something to tick off on the list, they've saved me a trip to good old Paris.
On my first day of freedom lounging around the flat in my best Calvin Klein pyjamas, I decided to celebrate my new found lady of leisure status with this gorgeous little box of sugar and a cup of Earl Grey. I do after all have English culture to defend against this French invasion.
Consider me converted. Oh goodness, it was an epiphany and the cookie orgy to end all cookie orgies. One would go in my mouth and was even more amazing than the prior only to be beaten by the next. One minute my favourite was the zesty lemon one only to in the next minute be replaced by a mint and chocolate miracle. I landed at the pistachio one as the ultimate macaron, but to be far, that is most likely first and foremost because I ate it last of all.
Sorry cupcakes, we're finished. Can we still be friends? And remember, it's not you - it's them.
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| French Pastel Princesses along with the English King Of Teas. |
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